Friends: I don't know Who — or what — put the question, I don't know when it was put. I don't even remember answering. But at some moment I did answer *Yes* to *Someone*— or *Something* —and from that hour I was certain that existence is meaningful and that, therefore, my life, in self-surrender, had a goal. From Dag Hamershol's Markings You are invited to come celebrate the Gift of Jean Marie Long's Life at a Memorial Dinner on Tuesday April 16th. We will share a dinner from Jean's beloved India, conversation, song & verse. Please feel free to bring a song or poetry you have shared with her or your own writings. Please let us know if you are able to attend the event by rsvping here <https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSfxyVlaYg54z3O_3jaZsbq0D9-7IXa_akcj2hB6c1W_IkEJKw/viewform>, or if you are unable to attend but would like to share a note or reflection you can do so here <https://docs.google.com/forms/d/11qOK85-Bmw6ZAp0awehf1M2utsfxRPvYP0UwjmIrHQI/edit> . ICA Greenrise, 4750 N Sheridan 6th floor Tuesday, April 16th - 6pm In Love and Remembrance, Paula Philbrook