Age did get to her in ways, but she carried on, not with the troubles that it caused her, but with a calm sense of strength. A devotee of God, family, music and of life. She always held a saint like serenity.
In those last hours, she remembered all those away; her grandson, her granddaughter, the home keeper who was back in his village – probably bid them a mental farewell. She then called out, “Look”, she said to the other home keeper, “Nag sahib and my mother in law are here. Bring some chai and snacks.” He stepped forth, “There is no one here Mataji”, as he made his way to sit on the sofa. “No, no. That’s where they are sitting”, she said. He stopped, and left her to her conversations with her husband and mother in law. Later that evening, she came out of her room, questioning where everyone was when her consciousness left her. Her daughter in law and son rushed in and made their way to the hospital. She gave everyone 3 days to make peace with the approaching end. It was decided to take her home. She was put in bed, still in her unconscious state, wherein she stayed with the family for a few more hours. On the strike of the next morning, she departed, leaving a legacy behind.
The wondrous thing is that her husband, ‘Nag sahib’ as nicknamed by her, and her mother in law had probably come to ask her to come earlier but she chose to leave after giving everyone time to part with her, not in sorrow, but with strength, on the birthday of her 12 years gone ‘Nag sahib’, a reunion gift perhaps.
In her parting, she made me learn one of the most important life lessons.
We control who we are.
What to become is our expertise.
Follow the path of virtue,
plough the planned uncertainty.
Who to become is our forte.
Pave the way with honesty,
Plant seedlings of pride.
With our soul, leave behind a legacy.
Things we do not understand-
Why sprout the fear?
Instead we look at the unexplainable,
under its wonders surreal.
You are and will be loved and remembered always.