Jayshree Ramjee (née Khooshal Lalla)

26 March 1957 – 10 April 2026 (69yrs)

There are some people who move through the world gently, and yet leave it forever changed. Jayshree Ramjee was one of them.
If you were to find her at peace, you would find her in a garden, hands in the soil, quietly tending to life, as though she belonged to it. She had a way of being with plants that felt almost sacred, as if she and the garden shared a language. And truth be told, she never hesitated to “rescue” one either, often with a pair of shears close at hand and a smile that said it was already hers.

Born on 26 March 1957 in Mayville, Durban, Jayshree lived a life defined not by titles, but by presence. Raised in a family with six other siblings, with humble beginnings, she went on to marry to Keshore. At 23, they made the arduous journey to Johannesburg in 1980 to start a new chapter. They raised their 2 children together while she followed a career in Mining and Construction at many large firms like Hatch, DRA, Fluor, Murray and Roberts and RSV where she excelled. Self-taught, she became a dedicated project lead and system administrator, guided by determination and grace. She was both strict and incredibly soft, a rare balance that made those around her feel guided, yet deeply loved.

A Life of Love

And love was what she gave, endlessly.

She was a mother, a sister, a daughter, but more than that, she was everyone’s person. In hospitals, in passing moments, in everyday life, strangers became friends. She would pack food, hand out the lemons she lovingly tended from her precious garden, share opportunities, pass along CVs, and somehow leave people better than she found them.
When she walked into a room, her aura lit it up, spiritually and visibly. People felt it. They felt seen, warmed, and somehow at ease.
Her home reflected that same spirit. No one left hungry. No one left unseen.

Faith and Strength

Her faith was her refuge and her strength. A devoted Seventh-day Adventist, she was always listening to sermons, always reflecting, always growing. She lived as one who dwelt in quiet assurance, resting in God’s shadow, unshaken by life’s storms, covered in a peace that carried her through even the hardest days. No matter how heavy the moment, her faith in Jesus did not falter, it held, it sheltered, it endured.

A Life Shared

For 47 years, she walked alongside her husband, Keshore, through every season, through joy, hardship, sickness, and strength. Together, they built a life of faith, love and endurance, step by step, day by day.
Today, the house feels different. Still full, yet deeply quiet. A silence that lingers where her presence once lived so fully.

Legacy

She is survived by her daughter Daksheena and son Mekail, as well as her beloved dogs, tortoises, and the many plants she so proudly “rescued” along the way.
She was the kind of person who became a shelter for others, and somehow, still is.