It was hard when Grandpa passed, but I did not know what was going on. I was about 4 years old. We were still in the US when we got the message that grandpa had left this world. I always felt so comfortable around him and from the way everybody talks about him, I am not the only one who felt that way. I remember that we were in the car and mom got a call and she started weeping. My dad asked what was happening and she told the whole family. We were backing out of the parking space we were in and my dad stopped the car. We had a moment of silence and crying. My mom had to tell us kids gently and slowly so that we understood. At the time, it had been one year since we had moved to Kenya. I did not know Grandpa that well, and he loved everybody. My mom keeps telling us stories about him at dinner and on the couch. Once she told me that "How great though Art" was his favourite song and when they played on his 90th birthday, he started weeping in delight and pleasure. Everyone loved Dr.Satow,who was one of the humblest human beings who had ever lived.

I KNEW Dr. Satow when I was a dietetic intern at the USPHS Hospital in 1957. I knew what his goals were. I am happy to know that he achieved the goals and I am sure he had a hugh influence on the lives of the many people he came in contact with.  Joan Ferlan

It is good to see his and Yvonnes pictures. I don't remember them being posted

While in 4 th year of medical school I had a rotation with Dr. Sy Satow and his dear family at Herbertpur Christian hospital, India in the spring of 1979.   A tireless servant he had clinic or surgery 6 days per week, preached in the church on Sunday morning and did rounds Sunday evening.  Great memory of hiking up the hills with his group and him pointing out endless constellations in the night sky.  God bless his memory’!!   Ken Phillips, MD

Psalm 116:15 and remembering Yvonne as well as Cy. Reading these comments I had visited Herbertpur hospital in 1998 but didn't realize that was where they served. They must have known Dr sam Thomas. And Raju Abraham.

Cy operated on a 5-6 year-old little boy at Frances Newton Hospital while I worked there in 1965-66, and he was a patient in the ward where I worked. I think the boy had had an abdominal obstruction and was extremely malnourished. Cy didn't think he would make it, but the next day when Cy made rounds, the boy was handing out sweets (a method of celebrating) and thanked Cy for saving his life. Cy teared up because he still thought the boy would not make a recovery. However little Kulwant did get well, and I was able to take a picture of him with Cy before he left the hospital. When I saw Cy a year later in the United States, he said that Kulwant had returned to see him and tell him that he planned to become a doctor, just like Cy, and save the lives of little boys and girls, just like Cy had saved his life.
The photo of Cy and Kulwant is posted with the pictures.

On July 22, Cy would have celebrated his 91st birthday. The family gathered at a beautiful lodge in the Clark State Forest to relax, catch up with each other and give thanks for this dear man-husband, father, grandpa. With the advice of an artist friend, (thanks Stefan!) we experienced a rare hour of quiet, painting, crayoning and guessing who was represented in our art work. 'No surprise that in response to the challenge:" What object at home or outside reminds you of Dad/Grandpa?" there were mountains and trees-strong with deep roots. We had some tears, lots of laughter and the revealing of some hidden talent! We thank God for every memory of Cy and for the way we have all been sustained since his passing.

Great seeing the pictures and cannot remember where or the last time I had been with them. Seeing all the tributes shows the godly heritage they both left here and in India.

I was thinking about Cy recently. He had an incredible way of making one feel seen and loved. What a special man--and what a special family.

Dr. Satow was a great guy. He mentored my friend Eric Anderson and I when we spent 2 months with him as senior medical students in the spring of 1981. (we came from the University of Illinois by way of a Reader's Digest and MAP scholarship) He took us under his wing, teaching us along the way. He was smart and compassionate and practical. His work ethic was amazing, as I remember rounding on sometimes over 100 patients daily. I still talk about him to this day to my medical students who are on my service. We were also privileged to meet Dr. Lehman at that time as well, and enjoyed the many stories about Herbertpur Christian Hospital from the beginning.

Symon, Yvonne & children were part od our Christian Medical & Dental Education Conferences in Malaysia, '85 & '87. I followed son Steve's life for awhile but lost track of the rest of the family. They were such a Christ-like contributing factor in those meetings. Symon's professionalism & humor was a great model for the young missionaries. Their family dynamics were a strongly positive influence to our spiritual fellowship. We will never forget the Satow family.  Marvin Jewell, MD, Retired Pediatric Anesthesiologist.

 Dr. Cy Satow was one of my mother’s cousins. His parents Rev. Katsuichi and Ms. Yoneko Satow stayed with my family for a week in Japan in 1974. They told me Cy had a promising career as a doctor in the US, but decided to devote his life to the Lord and went to India as a missionary. “Symon-san”, thus, became my hero. I first met him in person in 1982 or so at one of his uncle’s churches in Tokyo. I wanted to ask so many questions, but I was too nervous to talk with this man who was my hero. Just being around him gave me a sense of his love. 
  In 1989, I visited Cy and Yvonne in Mussoorie, India. I was nervous to see my hero again, but he welcomed me like a close friend. It didn’t take long before I started feeling at home. I was surprised to know “the legend, Dr. Cy,” my hero, was so down-to-earth; funny (with Yvonne!), friendly and very human. Priya was with them, and I remember Cy reading a verse of the Bible to Priya and teaching her about God every night. Who can teach the Bible to a teenage daughter so well? Yvonne was listening to their conversations quietly. They respected each other. It was my first time to see an ideal Christian family—Christian in a true meaning.
While I lived in the US as a grad student and later as an interpreter, Cy was truly good to me. Whenever I moved, he always asked if I found a good church and whether I found good fellowship. He was like my “father in America.” Yvonne and Cy often invited me to their sweet home in Hinton, WV. Whenever I was around Cy and Yvonne, I felt so safe and warm…like I was surrounded by the Holy Spirit itself. What a privilege to spend so many hours with them! Living in the US as an Asian was not always easy, and the challenges I faced often made me an unpleasant creature to be around. Yet, Cy was always supportive and encouraging. He never criticized me, but accepted me just as I was. I believe everyone who had met him felt the same. He was also a humble person as a child. He found joys in little things; he enjoyed eating (this exceptional talent runs in the Satow clan in Japan, too), singing, and even helping people. Every tiny little thing he did was also about worshiping the Lord. I hadn’t witnessed many Christians like him. Who can exemplify such child-like humility as he did?  Not so many. He lived with a passion for the Lord, compassions for others, and a great sense of humor.
  I left the US 16 years ago, and geographically I was not close to Cy. However, I always felt so peaceful at the thought of him. Now I truly miss him. Although I know he is now at peace in Heaven, I miss him. I cannot even imagine how deeply Yvonne and the rest of his family miss him. I am certain, though, that Yvonne and their three wonderful children, six beautiful grandchildren, and numerous friends like me all over the world can now pass on Cy’s love to other people. Cy dedicated his life to Christ, as his parents said, and his love continues to grow in this world. 
 Symon-san, you are still my hero in a different sense now. Not as a saint or a “great missionary doctor”, but as a human who made it easy for us to believe in Jesus. Have a good rest now beside Our heavenly Father. See you later.

Dear Yvonne,
   I just learned of Symon's Homegoing as I sit here in Kolkata,
the land of your service and love. I thank you both again for your support of the work. Heaven has become a more special place. I regret I did not have the chance to hear your stories of your time in this land. In two days I will leave here to meet Dr. Victor Choudhrie and his wife Bindu and family in Madhya Pradesh. I wonder if y'all knew each other. I will find out. Psalm 116:15 Blessed in the sight of the Lord is the death of one of His saints.
           Jai Masih Ki
                Cody

I had a premonition that maybe Cy had died when we didn't get our usual Christmas letter, but was so sorry to learn that was true when we got Yvonne's letter today. I had the highest respect for Cy's abilities as a surgeon, and enjoyed working with him for the year I spent at Frances Newton Hospital in charge of the private ward (1965-1966). He was the supervising physician for the ward, and as I got to know how he liked to handle different cases, I would proceed, allowing him to do surgery (often for 12 hours at a
time). However, I always knew I could go and stand outside the operating theater and call out my questions, and he would answer. He was not only one of the most competent doctors I have ever worked with as a nurse, he was also one of the kindest, most humble, and most compassionate.
  I was at Frances Newton when Yvonne arrived and also there when Cy and she announced their engagement.  I have appreciated their friendship all these years, as they have visited us and my husband, Bill, and I have visited them. I especially appreciated their visits and support when I served a three month prison term in Alderson, WV (just down the road a piece from Hinton) for civil disobedience in 2006. Serving as Volunteer Visitors, their visits to other women in the prison, whom I got to know, was a very important, loving service.
  My prayers are with Yvonne and the family. Cy, I know, has been welcomed as "the faithful servant" to heaven.

...the home going of that beloved surgeon..my hero..mentor and example. The giant with a soft heart and a gentle smile and an infections laughter. Yes all of us got only good memories of this great friend.. he is more alive than before..
Glad that all the families could be there. Please convey our joy and grief to yvonne.. blessings to all
Love. Laji and Sheila

I had the privilege of working as a colleague in Frances Newton Hospital.,
Ferozepur.  During Dr Satow’s watch, I started the Eye Department,.which
soon became very busy.  There were some great moments in life during
those 5 years, 1963 to 68.  Cy was one of the seven members comprising
my wedding party in 1964, and he not only drove the Chevrolet wedding
car, ( though it got stuck in the rural road, forcing the wedding party to walk). Cy also took the role of the wedding photographer, Having the coloured photographs was an absolute novelty in 1964, what a time!
I fondly remember the wedding reception of Cy & Yvonne, they cut the
“cake “with a ceremonial kirpan (sword). to reveal the contents as Mangoes .
My two children, Preeti, and Deepak, were born in Ferozepur. I remember
moving into the newly built staff accommodation, the Satows on the ground floor and the Gills living a floor above.  Dr Satow’s interest in
shikaar was exciting news for the staff sharing the wild neelgai meat.And I must mention your family paying a brief visit to us in Torquay, UK.
Cy ! We will miss you ever so much. We are very proud of your legacy
that would never fade.

Cy had the deepest influence on my life, as he did for many others. Starting out in 1981 as my boss at Herbertpur Christian Hospital, he went on to becoming my mentor, teacher & close friend. His compassion, professionalism, Godly leadership & ever pleasant personality became benchmarks for me to follow. His commitment to medical missions and living out his own faith by following Jesus' example to reach out to the most vulnerable helped me recognize my own calling. Cy & Yvonne became like parents to our children during their time at Woodstock & later in the US, phoning each one every Sunday to encourage & support. Such devotion truly touched my heart, so characteristic of this caring couple. Cy and all that he represented will always be among my most cherished memories.

Dr. Satow was a light that burned brightly and continuously for the 90 years the Lord granted him on this planet. 
I have been deeply influenced by Dr. Satow's big heart and the way he and Mrs. Satow opened up their home to me as an awkward new 11th grader at Woodstock School.  They served as my foster parents over those 2 years and then continued to love me during my years at college in the US. Every person needs a 'second set of parents' and Dr. Satow and Mrs. were those to me.
I found a new world in their home - one of rapier sharp wit - willingness to discuss anything under the sun - deep faith in the Lord Jesus and and on-going humble desire to live this out. Dr. Satow's irenic presence, the gentle wise smile he had, and the delight he took in sharing a small portion of his vast experience with me as a teenager has been a deep blessing to me.
A vivid memory is Dr. Satow talking to me in their Mussoorie home in early 1986, showing me a study done by a doctor couple who did a gynnaecological camp in rural Maharasthra, a WHO study on sexually transmissible infections among Indian adults, and the stark black and white pictures of a group of women who were dying with AIDS in Mumbai.  The press at that time was calling HIV/AIDS an 'African' disease and piously declaring that it would never come to India. Dr. Satow showed me the WHO estimate of 1 in 20 adult Indians had an STI and said that HIV was going to be a big deal in India in the coming years.  I also remember him telling me enthusiastically how at Herbertpur Christian Hospital they had been training village women to be community health volunteers (today called "Ashas") and how God has provided antidotes for diseases in nature all around us - even how they had used ground up Madagascar Periwinkle flowers as a cancer treatment!
Looking back, those conversations were foundational to some of my later choices to be involved with public health. I am deeply grateful to the Lord for these and many happy memories that I have of Dr. Satow and the open home that the whole Satow family had for me over the years.
Only one life, 'Twill soon be past
Only what's done for Jesus will last.
Dr. Satow's 90 years have lived out the small couplet from CT Studd's poem. His amazing love and forgiveness resonates across the years. I don't know how many people I have told about Dr. Satow's refusal to get angry about the injustice meted out on him as a young man when he was interned as an 'enemy alien' during the 2nd World War. And how he chose instead to forgive and serve - and lived to see a day when his country apologised for what had been done against Dr. Satow and his cohort of Americans of Japanese descent.
Sheba and I were hoping to introduce our daughter Asha to Dr. Satow later this year.  He has skipped that possible appointment to be with his Lord. We will be living together in the New Jerusalem where Jesus will wash away every tear and the leaves of the tree of life will bring healing to the nations.
Dr. Satow's life - and the extended Satow clan - have been on the King's business of bringing healing to the nations across their lives. His children (biological and spiritual) rise and call him blessed!
Fare well gentle Father, gracious saint. 
Till we meet again!

My deepest condolences to you and the family. There are so many wonderful memories living in Woodstock and one of the fondest was meeting the Satow's. The first time was when I was up in the gym shooting hoops by myself when Cy showed up with your kids, he greeted me with his loving smile and asked if I wanted to join in a game...Your family have touched so many hearts...big hugs ❤❤ (from Stefan Anderson)

As a campus kid of Frances Newton Hospital, Ferozepur, Punjab, India, I grew up hearing about some of the great missionary doctors amongst whom I had heard about Dr. Symon Satow...not until I met him and Madam Marlow in 2003 at Herberpur, I was completely awestruck on having met such an indomitable legend face to face. We thank God for his life and work through which he has impacted so many lives and spread the love of Christ, may God be with the rest of the family with the assurance that he is at peace with Christ our saviour.