gathering

12/29/2022

With the thought that you might like to follow this ripple extending from Lee's last year, I am offering this travel blog. 

Next week I’ll be traveling to India with Lee’s sister Jaye and his nephew Jeff. We will spend a few days in the city of Pune before driving to a village in the Satara district where Lee’s friends there hope to immerse his cremated remains the Krishna river, which is the standard practice for the Hindus in the village (as far as I know, Muslims practice burial).

This week we are gathering: we are gathering the items we'll carry; we are gathering our strength; we are gathering our thoughts; and then the three of us will eventually gather with people in Pune and then in Lee's village near Satara to remember him and mourn his death.

As we prepare, you might like to review my notes from the last trip Lee and I made:  https://sites.google.com/view/2020travels/home 


 

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