My father died a year ago today. [That would be January 29. As I write this, it's still January 28 Stateside.]
There's a big havan (prayer service) at the parent's house -- mom's house -- today. I arrived in Baroda a few hours back, after a 36 hour journey with a 6+ hour layover in Detroit, and a 5+ hour overnight layover at the airport in Bombay.
The havan will be starting soon. I'm cleaned up, dressed in white (the Hindu color of mourning), and barely awake.
I'll be praying the Office of the Dead today. Please keep us all in your prayers.