Comments on: The Death of Bhai Sahib Dyal Singh

By: Guruka Singh

Guruka Singh — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 19:22:06 +0000

Thanks for refreshing my memory, Noor Singh Ji. I couldn’t remember who was in the Panj that morning. As my wife will happily tell you, my memory is always colorful but doesn’t always correlate with her memory of the same incident

…..G

By: Noor Singh

Noor Singh — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 18:35:49 +0000

I was also there at the funeral (there really were five of us present). I was living in the Columbus ashram at the time, and drove out with Guruka Singh & Kaur.
I remember the yoghurt issue - one of several that we had to deal with. It was a challenging for us, in other ways besides emotionally. I remember how we struggled through the prayers (none of us were that proficient in Gurmukhi then, except for Bhai Sahib, and he was pretty quiet throughout the ceremony, despite our gaffes).

By: Krishna Singh

Krishna Singh — Thu, 23 Aug 2007 05:50:03 +0000

Sat Nam, another interesting side of Dyal Singh’s innovative mind (as Ganga pointed out his “ice block and fan” air conditioner, was that he used to “nod out” a lot in sadhana. So he installed a hook (for hanging plants) in the ceiling over the place where he always sat in sadhana, and tied his rishi knot to the hook on the ceiling with a cord.

By: Krishna Singh

Krishna Singh — Thu, 23 Aug 2007 05:43:59 +0000

Sat Nam. I remember the Friday afternoon that Bhai Sahib Dyal Singh left Adi Shakti Ashram in Los Angeles, to make this trip. For some serendipitous reason I had made dal, a raisin chutney, and chapatis and served him that afternoon, yogurt too. We sat and enjoyed this meal for just a while before he left. So it struck me later that this beautiful food that I was just learning to prepare and was able to share with him, was a Langar. At that time that he left we had lived in the same Ashram for about 4 years, to have watched him grow and evolve so profoundly from the high school kid that came over from the San Fernando Valley to stay overnight at the Beverly Blvd ashram to do sadhana the next morning, and go off to high school. thank you for sharing these details of your experience, Guruka Singh. this story you've shared enriches and refreshes my memory of such a beautiful soul.

Sat Nam,
Krishna Singh

By: mark oshinsky

mark oshinsky — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 00:39:41 +0000

My mother and Bhai Sahib Dyal Singhs mother are sisters at the time of his death. He was coming to see me in New York before going to India. I loved him very much and carry him in my heart. We spent time together when we were children and in our early teens. Someone wanted to know about his parents. They felt that this was what he believed in and that was what he would have wanted. Thank You for so lovingly taking care of him and I have also seen him in my dreams telling me that he is great and he is as God larger than life. Mark Oshinsky

By: Satsimran Kaur

Satsimran Kaur — Mon, 16 Jul 2007 01:24:06 +0000

I don’t remember why, but I was in Washington when that happened and it was Sat Peter Singh who told me that Lehri (larry at that time) had gone to Indiana. The shock resounded throughout our communities because of the love that Bhai Sahib Dayal Singh had opened in many hearts. Your beautifully written history brought tears to my eyes and filled in the blanks in a most dignified way. It also brought me back to a very precious time of innocence and discovery and with great love and gratitude for the opportunties we all had towards becoming. thank you.

By: ganga

ganga — Sat, 14 Jul 2007 16:19:14 +0000

I remember him both tragically and vividly. The thing I remember most about Dyal Singh’s life was not so much his standard of Bhai Sahib as I couldn’t get my head or tongue around Gurbani except in kirtan. I remember his sweetness and innocence and our shared wilting in the heat of India. Once, in Amritsar, I went to his room and found him sitting in his ketcheras on a huge block of ice with a fan he had purchased blowing behind him as well as the fan overhead going full bore. The look on his face said it all. He was so adorable and innovative in all that he did. When I heard of the car accident I went straight to (I’m ashamed to admit) blame. When I spoke with Ram Das Kaur who was like a sister to him, she said, “I would never diminish Bhai Sahib’s death with blame. He was, is and shall ever be in Guru’s Hands.” I was humbled and taught a great lesson in living faith. That was who he was and that was what he left in the hearts of those who loved him.

By: Siri Ved Kaur

Siri Ved Kaur — Sun, 08 Jul 2007 21:45:03 +0000

I believe he was about 19 years old when he passed. Shakti Parwha Kaur (who is the one who informed the Siri Singh Sahib of Bhai Sahib Ji’s passing) once told me that it brought tears to the Siri Singh Sahib’s eyes when he phoned Bhai Sahib ji’s parents to inform them of his death, and they were reluctant to leave Las Vegas where they were vacationing.

By: mayfriend50

mayfriend50 — Sun, 08 Jul 2007 18:41:39 +0000

Where were Bhai Sahib Dayal Singh’s parents and family? Wasn’t he pretty young? Did they want to bury and say goodbye to him?

By: Guru Fatha Singh Khalsa

Guru Fatha Singh Khalsa — Sat, 07 Jul 2007 19:49:31 +0000

Sat Nam. Thanks for this story so beautifully told - and now a part of our collective memory.