Ganobaji was such a light that it is strange my heart feels so heavy. It will pass I know, and the light will remain. We went to the hospital late Sunday evening to see how he was doing. Sarita and Vandana (who had been all day with their father), Shankar and Beena (who would stay in his room over-night simply to bring comfort just in case Ganobaji would awaken in the night) were there to greet us as Ganobaji was sleeping. I was struck by the love that was there, struck by the feeling of community as we spoke quietly in the hall - the stories of Ganobaji, his way of changing the space he entered. Saturday, for instance, Vandana shared that Ganobaji had few visitors so he offered the nurse a request - come into my room every hour and touch my head, just that simple. And he not only agreed but followed-through. Can you imagine? How can one not be changed by following through on such a loving request - how can one not be filled with more compassion, the heart and mind enlarged. He will never be the same nurse, the same caretaker, the same human. He is changed. And, who knows the ripples that will come from this. Also, it made Ganobaji so very happy, Vandana said. I am grateful for this story, grateful to have had time with Ganobaji. And, also to have met his daughters and some of his dear friends - he is in all of them, they hold his heart.

I look forward to continuing these relationships as we will continue to share Ganoba LOVE.