Bernie died today. My husband.

He died on the day before the start of Zen Peacemakers’ 23rd or 24th–can’t count now–bearing witness retreat at Auschwitz-Birkenau. He envisioned that retreat so many years ago not so much as testament to the past as the time for inner work, to see who and what is Other to me. To look at it straight in the face. And he wanted to go year after year. But not this year.

Also, Bernie, a Buddhist, said he always sensed there were souls there.

He brought blessings to so many people. May his name be blessed.