Kozo, I cannot thank you sufficiently for your beautiful words about Trude Bock (the name I knew her by.) You have spelled out the poetry of this saint's soul. And Trude was, truly, a saint. I thank you for posting for another reason. I walked by Trude's house today and was stunned to see it standing empty. I did immediately wonder if perhaps Trude had passed. I could think of nothing to do but to stand in the backyard and pray a blessing for Trude, her family and for the hundreds of aching children so far from home whom she had taken in like her very own over the decades. Trude successfully got hundreds of children into the Shriner's Hospital system in SF, for surgeries and therapies, and each child considered Trude's Hamilton Ave. home their very own home, some of the kids for many months. Over those same decades, Trude was also a crucial member of HealthWrights (editor and much more) a publication promoting the right to health and information about health particularly for the disenfranchised and impoverished. If you ever had the gift of meeting Trude, you'd never have forgotten her. She was matter-of-fact, never minced words, was very direct, yet was the kindest person one could ever meet. If you needed a cup of water, she'd offer you her well. Trudy embodied what I think Christians consider a saint. I never knew if Trudy was 'religious,' and it didn't matter. She lived her ethics, was kind to the core, and extraordinarily enlightened. If Trude could have been cloned a few million times, what a better place this world would be. To Trude's family, please accept my deepest sorrows for your enormous loss.