For several days now, I have been looking for the right words to express my feelings with about Annapurna's passing. I realize those elusive words must not exist after all, since I am still speechless. As one of the first generation of satsang children, Annapurna was a spiritual auntie to me. I have more memories of her loving presence than I can sort through, and each seems so perfect and beautiful as to be unrecountable. As I read through the stories here, I realize how distinct my perception is of Annapurna... one of a sweet, humble, maternal figure feeding me licorice bark, listening to music in her room, talking about daily things, making dinners of salad and tea. I will never forget her grand inner beauty or the tiniest of her details. She has definately touched and changed me for the better and I cherish the lessons I have learned from her loving nature. Annapurna, I wish I had the proper words to honor you with, but these words seem ridiculous and frail, strung together like beads on a tenuous thread, the proverbial bridge of hair over the chasm of fire, so instead I offer you my open heart to read prayers from. Om Namah Shivayah. Jai Jai Jai Kali Ma.
With boundless love,