Our good friend Bob Pearsall passed on this week. We knew he was very sick but it was a huge shock to learn that he’d gone. I wish I could hug his wife, Susan, and be there for her. Comprehending the permanent loss of a friend is so difficult, and being on the other side of the world, makes it even harder.
Almost exactly a year ago, our niece, Sarah, also died while we were in India. And now we find ourselves again in the same predicament, unable to be with the family and the community. We’re stuck here and can’t participate. One of the downsides of traveling overseas.
Not forever does the bulbul sing
In balmy shades of bowers,
Not forever lasts the spring
Nor ever blossom flower.
Not forever reigneth joy
Sets the sun on days of bliss,
Friendships not forever last,
They know not life, who know not this.
from Train to Pakistan, Kushwant Singh