This website is a small space of remembrance, created with love for our grandparents - Benjamin Abraham and Molly Benjamin. To those who knew them well, they were anchors of family and home. To those who met them briefly, they left warmth that lingered. And to those who never had the chance to meet them, this space offers a glimpse into who they were and what they meant. Here you will find photographs, memories, stories, and moments from their lives—simple things that together tell a beautiful story. This is not meant to be a complete account, but a heartfelt one.
You are welcome to explore these sections at your own pace. If you would like to reach out to us for any reason, please feel free to do so at the very end. If you are visiting this page, thank you for taking a moment to remember them with us. May this space bring comfort, reflection, and a sense of connection—just as they did in life.
— With warmth, the grandchildren
Benjamin Abraham, lovingly known as Appapa, was a man of quiet strength, steadiness, and deep integrity. He carried responsibility with calm resolve, anchoring his family through years of change, migration, and hard work. A devoted husband and father, he built a life grounded in faith, discipline, and perseverance, often placing family above personal ambition. He valued simplicity, routine, and doing things the right way, without noise or display. His presence was reassuring rather than loud—felt more than spoken. Even in silence, he taught by example: how to endure, how to provide, and how to stand steady so others could lean on him.
Molly Benjamin, lovingly known as Ammama, lived a life defined by quiet strength, resilience, and generosity of spirit. Married young and far from home, she raised her family through years of uncertainty with courage, faith, and humour. She balanced a playful, childlike joy with an indomitable inner resolve—laughing easily, loving deeply, and never taking herself too seriously. A natural caregiver, she found her greatest happiness in nurturing others, whether as a mother, grandmother, entrepreneur, or friend. She cherished simple pleasures, valued integrity over wealth, and helped anyone in need without distinction. Even in adversity, her instinct was always to ask if everyone had eaten, if everyone was cared for. Her legacy lives on in her compassion, perseverance, and the warmth she brought into every life she touched.
"For me molly aunty was our neighbhour.We were staying in HB 4 and they were HB 5... Lovely memories with them I will remember her cute smile and small hair knot that she ties up.. Anything that she cooks Just across the wall We use to get it. Benjamin uncle In one word White cotton starch shirt and White dhoti With a style."
"The brave and bold, pioneer industrialist we knew, not afraid of experimenting, fearlessly cutting paths."
"I used to call them daddy and mummy just like my own parents and I always received the same warm welcome from them whenever I went there even in my friend's absence. I could just knock in calling mummy and daddy as if its my own home."
"I knew Uncle & Aunty from my school days when Meena, the new student joined our class. But what Babu & I remember vividly is how they would stop by our house on the way to Meena's place in the evenings. Those visits were never planned never hurried. They would come in, sit for a while & chat about everyday things, about whatever was on their minds that day. In those moments they filled our home with warmth, familiarity & comforting sense of belonging. We also remember the ease of their presence. There was kindness in their voices, genuine interest in conversation & the quiet grace in the way they related to our children who were very young then. We will always remember them with deep affection, love & respect."
"I know Benjamin Abraham since I came to Panampilly Nagar in the year 1976. First related to the church and then in connection with the P N W A. I am sure that most of his time he used it for the benefit of others. Let his memory be evergreen with us always."
"I knew both Appa and Amma being my best friend and classmate Meena's parents. she was a Mom to me like she was to Meena, Biju and Betina. Appa I have very few meetings but he always had a smile to greet anyone who came home. Amma!!! was more known to me and such a loving Amma. Once we stayed back at home and next day morning my other classmate and me were travelling from Cochin to Trivandrum. Amma got up and made sandwiches for us early morning. I went to her and said why bother and she said with affection "it's ok but eat it". Everytime I meet her she was so loving and caring. Love you Amma. Miss her and had met when she was bed ridden and had a memory challenge. May her soul rest in peace and may she be happy wherever she is... Love to Amma. God give divine peace to both is the."
"Molly Aunty’s ( now that I think about it, she’s my aunt’s mom and I must have settled for “Aunty” since that’s what I heard growing up ) love language was food. I was raised on the magic she wove into food that included her juices ( was craving that beetroot juice just last week..sigh!) and jams. Just like how Marcel Proust was reminded of his mother while feasting on some tea-drenched madeleines, my association with her has gifted me with a bunch of food that can evoke a “remembrance of things past” and take me on a nostalgic trip right into my childhood. Isn’t that a big enough impression someone can leave on others? "
"One last piece," she would finally exhale after an exhausting session feeding me the delicious food she cooked with utmost love and warmth. Chicken curry with bread, followed by an indescribably delicious dessert, which she would hand-feed me -- that is what I vividly recall when I think of my early days with Molymama, my sweet aunt. She was sure to bring laughter into the room and leave us tearing up when cousins huddled around her. If I were to sum her up in a word, it is "street-smart". Sample this: She single-handedly faced goons who turned up at her doorstep in the dead of night, with a kitchen knife in her hand, ready to strike if they inched forward and harmed her family. Brave and unflinching. Listening to her stories of bravery, courage, and resoluteness in the face of threat and challenges - over and again - only burnished my own trait (of fearlessness, determination and independence) that I strongly believe to have inherited from her. So did her children and grandchildren. Of course, her legacy continues: Molly Benjamin, who won almost every Bible quiz, who made the popular the squash and jams; who led by example and taught her children to be kind, humble, and do everything with a thankful heart."
The beginning of a life rooted in family, faith, and quiet strength.
Born into a life that would later become the heart of a growing family.
Seeking work and stability, Benjamin Abraham left for Kuwait, laying the foundation for the life they would later build together.
Appapa and Ammama were married in Fort Kochi, beginning a lifelong partnership.
Abraham Benjamin was born.
Meena Benjamin was born.
Bettina Benjamin was born.
After years abroad, the family returned to Alwaye, bringing with them new experiences and a renewed sense of home.
The family moved to Panampilly Nagar, where their home would become a place of welcome, warmth, and lasting memories.
Sachith Cheruvatur was born.
Mishma Abraham was born.
Abishai Philip was born.
Benjamin Abraham was born.
Tabitha Elamma Molly Benjamin was born.
Naomi Mary was born.
Remembered for his steady presence, values, and love for family.
Her warmth and care continue to live on in all who knew her.
This section holds recordings from the funeral services, shared here for family and friends who may wish to watch, remember, or revisit these moments in their own time. Please feel free to watch quietly and at your own pace.
Funeral Service of Benjamin Abraham
Funeral Service of Molly Benjamin
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