What a beautiful afternoon into night, all of us gathered around Suvarnaprabha’s bed, saying our goodbyes, singing ‘We Are The Champions’ at the top of our lungs. Meditated and chanted and remembered her down in the shrine room. Footsteps in the rooms above moving her body out of the space where there has been so much love. The golden light was palpable. This is why we are practicing. We all will die. Tomorrow we will meditate on the half hour all day long and have a special sangha night ritual. Oh my vivacious, funny, insightful encouraging, loving sister.