A short recollection:
When Murshid was in San Francisco General Hospital (just prior to his passing) he awoke from a coma and looked at me in the eye to ask where he was and who had been there to visit him.
I replied that he had realy put us-me through the wringer, and I was so happy he was back. He twinkled at me, "If you think this is something, you should see what you have in store for you."
Who would have thought.
Happy Birthday Murshid - Ice Cream is on the House!