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.
He would always have a number of people around him to discuss various matters and work with him in different capacities. Many came to the bhog from as far as Bangalore, Delhi, Ludhiana, Amritsar, Jalandhar, Patiala, Malerkotla and other cities. Our neighbours were there, as were his friends from various walks of life.
Our house in Sector 4, Chandigarh, was abuzz with activity from early in the morning when at 4.30 am volunteers from the Akhand Kirtani Jatha started preparing the Guru ka Langar. In the ardaas it was said the Giani ji was a gurmukh who had lived the live of a gurmukh and was now at the feet of the Akal Purkh. The ardas was so moving that many eyes among the sangat were moist with tears.
Guru ka Langar was served in pangats in the lawns where Giani ji had walked so often, among his favourite flowers.
How wonderful it was to be together in the memory of the he who is still among us and will remain in our hearts for ever.