|"MY DEAR WARREN HAS COME TO ME|
|HIS LOVE FOR ME WAS UNIQUE"|
Beloved's dear Warren, and our dear Warren, without whom this little magazine would never have found its wings or survived these thirteen years, came to his Beloved Baba on August 20th of this year. His wife Blanche writes:
“That last morning we picked up our new glasses ... Warren got trifocals to help with his press work. He was like a kid with a new toy peering this way and that way. We had lunch at a favorite Mannings', met old neighbors he hadn't seen for a long time, went shopping for groceries. His afternoon rest was very important to him — he said it was like getting up to a new day, and when he came down that day he looked rested and refreshed. He took cool drinks out to the painters and sat on the steps to visit with them while they rested. So the afternoon passed quietly. About 5 o'clock he asked me to get some mail ready and he would take it to the box when he took his walk. When I came downstairs about half an hour later, I found him quietly asleep in his chair.
"He had been a wonderful patient both in the hospital and at home, always cheerful and considerate and for many months would say each night 'Thank you for a happy day.' "
All of us will miss you Warren ... your warmth and good humor …your untiring selfless service in printing up a storm on your old-fashioned press ... a wealth of Baba booklets, cards, pamphlets that have found their way over the whole world by now, including the one you were going to mail to Adi that day — "The Great Seclusion ". You had just sent me a precious copy of the first 'Baba work' you ever printed, "40 Messages, " By Princess Norina Matchabelli.
And, of course, Baba's first Western magazine, The Awakener, that we started together, in 1953, with Baba's blessing, when so little was available in print about the Avatar. My files are still full of scribbled notes from you, usually signed, 'Love n'stuff, or 'Love in the Wondrous One…W.’
I'm sure Beloved is keeping you busy somewhere else printing up 'Baba Stuff ' ... on angel wings, maybe? ... Filis