I remember both, Bienvenida and Larry, back in the early 80's when our family had just arrived to USA for health reasons from my country Argentina. Maybe because of our language, we befriended the Ochs family. I do not remember where or how. Maybe because Paz, Sarah and Julian were friends and similar in age. They, Larry and Bienvenida, were both part of the "village" that helped raise my son and support our family in times of need, in the midst of so much life challenges.
Her loss is like the loss of an elder, a reference post or landmark, that makes our journey now more difficult to follow. There is a quality of tribe in those who share our lives, that helps to identify who we are now, and where we have come from, bringing up memories hidden for ages.
I remember both, Bienvenida and Larry, attending all the concerts we organized for fundraising to pay the bills of Carlos's medicine and treatment for his kidney transplants.
I remember both, at John McCutcheon legendary concerts, to benefit the RPEC, and so many other events, we shared, and celebrated and cried.
I remember both, Bienvenida and Larry, at every Satsang at my home, when I used to live in Douglasdale Rd, after i separated from Carlos, the last Sunday of the month, we had a potluck, we chanted kirtan, and socialized, we meditated...that was way back in 1989 maybe, even before i even dreamed of being a yoga teacher, although i held the Satsangs at home. Not one they missed. With her i felt right at home. A home away from home.
I am glad i met you Bienvenida. I am sad you are gone. It is hard to get used to life cycles of life and death, and will honor your memory by laughing more, being more authentic as you were, outspoken and bold, compassionate and loving, being present, being strong. We need role models in life, i am thankful for your presence in my life. nora