Giani Gurdit Singh ji left us a year ago. On Thursday, January 17, 2008, the house that he build and where he lived the last many years of his life, was filled with the holy gurbani as members of the Akhand Kirtani Jatha recited shabads.
Those who were close to him had gathered to remember him. We were all there—my mother Sardarni Inderjit Kaur, my brother Ravinder and our families. This was essentially a private family function that had not been notified publicly, but then with Papa, things were informal.