The obituary notice of Judith Margaret DAS (Née Farrer)

I was in India with Judith with The Leprosy Mission for many years. Judith was working in the Laboratory in the hospital at Purulia, West Bengal, when I first arrived there as a physiotherapist in 1973. We became good friends.
After marrying Anil, he was transferred as Superintendent at Bankura Leprosy Mission hospital, and they went to live there.
She and Anil were very good to me and helped me so much when my son was born in Bankura in 1985.
Later they came back to Purulia when Anil became Superintendent there. So, we shared many things over the years out there together.
Judith was so loving and caring, looking after the children in the School Boarding Hostel in Purulia and the elderly, disabled patients in the Mercy Homes at Bankura and Purulia.
She also spent a lot of time with the children in the nearby Assemblies of God Orphanage in Purulia.
So, it is also on the behalf of all those she loved and cared for in India as well as myself and my family that I offer our sad condolences to her family and friends on her death. She was much loved by so many, and will always be remembered by me, my family, and by the many in India who knew her and loved her for her Christian faith, love and compassion.
I was very sorry not to have known of her illness until I got the news of her death. And I only heard yesterday of the date of her funeral today, otherwise I would have tried to attend.
I will be thinking of her especially today but I did want to write something of my remembrances of her.
I thank God for her life, service to her God, love for others and the friendship we shared.
Now she is at peace with her Saviour and reunited with Anil. And we have the promise that we will meet again in glory.
Margaret Mahato

My earliest memories of my Aunt Judith and my Uncle Anil are of the two of them as an inseparable team.

They got along beautifully and created a home that was always open, warm, and welcoming. It became my second home.

Their home was also a place of care and service. Uncle Anil even welcomed my ageing grandaunt Monica to live with them, and many others found a second home under their roof.

Losing Anil at such a young age was inconceivable to me, because in my mind, Anil and Judith were one whole—completing each other. And yet, when she was left alone, I deeply admired how Judith responded.

She returned to Newcastle, rebuilt her life from scratch, found work, and reconnected with the town where she grew up. She dedicated time to visiting elderly people, kept long-term friendships alive, and carried a deep loyalty to the people in her world.

Judith later visited us when we lived in Dubai, and again when we were in Sydney. I remember each morning waking up before my children or Patrina, coming downstairs, and finding Judith already settled on the big sofa with our dog Beau at her feet, tea in hand. We would spend the first half hour or more of the day talking. She would tell me about Zoe and Colin, Andrew and Mark, and show me pictures of her family. She spoke fondly about her friends, her trips to church, volunteering in the café, and the work she loved doing.

Judith’s life was full of warmth, faith, and generosity. She loved people deeply, and she gave of herself freely. She has a great sense of fairness and respect.

Now, as she has passed into glory, I can only say this: until we meet again.

Thank you, Judith, for your warmth, your home, your heart, and your love. I love you and miss you but I know that you are reunited with all the people that you have loved and lost … and your joy is made complete.