Dear Marsha and Shelley,

I'm holding you in my heart as you grieve and celebrate the death of your Mother, Doris. She lived a life of service in whatever role she played in the family; she was a colleague, and friend; she sat on my meditative council. I remember her most clearly as we entered India for the first time - Doris welcomed Fred and me at the door of our Religious House in Bombay as we entered in somewhat of a trance.  Arriving the night before in the old Delhi airport, sleeping on the floor with the other travelers, and finally arriving on Sankli Street.  Doris and Charles offered us their small bed to rest on for a while before leaving on the bus for an overnight to Maliwada. I remember calling theirm, "our Angels" . Following us during our time in India, Doris continued to mentor, guide and care for me.  After she returned to Chicago, she sent photos of our daughter Sandra that she had taken in the Student

House.  I will miss her and yet, know that her presence and spirit linger with us all forever.   

Sent with love to you, Shelley and Marsha and your families.