It was a bitter final year of her life. Her daughter died six months before her and her son-in-law died before that. We know that a deaconess nurse was caring for ailing missionaries in a missionary house somewhere in this little valley. There is no record of where this house might have been, but likely it was near the church at the bottom of the hill below the cemetery.
She must have missed her home and church back in India. What memories had she stored in her heart. As I was browsing through pictures of my past year's travels, I found this video taken in Ranchi. The hymn is Rock of Ages and was likely sung in Hindi at the time Doris left Ranchi in 1915. The women standing off to the left side of this video are standing where Doris would have stood. I looked up the words for the German version of the song, and thought they would be words that ran through her mind as she passed out of this world into the next:
Now as I still live in the light
When my eyes in death takes flight
When through gloomy valley go
When I stand before the throne
Rock of Ages set me free
Hid eternally in Thee.
As I write the stories of these faithful ancestors. I long to bring the light of their life out of hiding. They cared not for glory, but in sharing their glory, and the glory of their God, I am continuously inspired and encouraged. I think of their stamina, their strength, their love, their sense of justice, their perseverance, unfailing hope, and perpetual joy.