And so did the life of beloved Maggadhira on the 26th of March.
I left Wat Chom Tong to go to Singapore as I did the past few years. Good seeing friends.
So, was not present at Maggadhira’s deathbed and not present at the funeral. Physically not present. Otherwise she was present with me all the time.
I can not know what became of her, like the Buddha knew of his disciples. But it felt that she touched me when I was just bowing to the teacher and I said: My friend died.
After going back to my room and checking internet, I had received the information that she had just passed away.
There is more love and gratefulness to have had her then sadness that she is gone. But still, there is a lack.