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I tried my best to help my own mother in spiritual life.

Unfortunately, throughout most of her life she never showed the slightest interest in religion.

I once asked her if she believed in God, and she replied, “Something may be out there.”

Whenever I visited her we would often debate the existence of the soul, life after death, karma, and similar topics.

Throughout the years I continued cultivating that little “something” in her heart by sending her Srila Prabhupada’s books, which invariably ended up in a pile at the back of her garage collecting grease and dust.

A few years ago she telephoned me late one night.

It was an unusual hour to call, and I was surprised to hear from her.

She began the conversation by asking if I would take her to Vrndavana, India.

I was shocked. I thought, “Mother wants to go to Vrndavana, the land of Krsna’s birth! What is this? How does she even know what Vrndavana is?”

But she insisted and wanted to know when we could go. Although intrigued at the prospect of taking my mother to Vrndavana, because it was late (and I was very tired) I told her I’d call her back early the next morning and we could discuss the matter in detail.

I woke up refreshed the next day, and after my shower excitedly dialed her phone number. My brother answered.

I said, “Pete, can I speak to Mom?”

There was a prolonged silence, and I sensed something was wrong.

Finally, his voice choked with emotion, he replied, “Mom passed away last night.”

I was stunned.

“What happened?” I asked. “I talked to Mom only last night!”

“I know,” he said. “She had been battling cancer for six months. She didn’t want to tell you.”

Collecting myself, I said, “Cancer!

Did she say anything at the end?”

“Yes, she did,” he replied. “She said, ‘Don’t lament for me! I’m not this body. I’m eternal spirit soul. I’ll never die. I’m going to Krsna!’ With those words on her lips, she passed away.”

I couldn’t believe it.

My mother, the intellectual who never went to church, who never inquired about God debated His very existence was “going to Krsna!”

I asked my brother, “But how is it possible Mom said those things at death?”

He replied, “When Mom learned she had cancer and was going to die, a strange transformation came over her.

She became restless and unsettled. She began asking about you, wanting to know where you were and what you were doing.

She had an intense desire to meet with you, to speak with you.

But when I suggested calling you she’d always say, ‘No, don’t bother him now. We’ll contact him later.’

“One morning I went out to the garage to empty the garbage, and I found her going through all those books you had sent her during the past twenty-five years.

She looked up at me and asked me to carry them into the house.

That afternoon she carefully dusted them off.

For the last five months she just sat in her rocking chair reading those books.

Sometimes she’d underline a certain passage or quote that had particular relevance or importance to her. She also contacted your tape ministry in London and ordered all your lecture tapes. She’d listen to them on her headphones, rocking back and forth in her armchair, looking at your picture, which she kept on the table nearby.

She must have listened to at least three a day.

“Gradually her condition deteriorated, but she wasn’t afraid.

I think there was something in those books that made her fearless.

Then last night she sensed she was going to die. She told me to call you.

Her last request was that you take her to a place called Vrndavana.”

I put the phone down and cried not out of mundane sentiment or attachment, but in appreciation that my spiritual master, Srila Prabhupada, had extended his mercy to my mother and delivered her from material existence.

I went home for the memorial service and arranged her estate.

Just before I was leaving to return to Europe, my brother and sister approached me and asked what they should do with her ashes.

Remembering my last conversation with her (that she desired to go to Vrindavan), I smiled and took the ashes with me.

Several weeks later one of my disciples placed them in the sacred waters of the Yamuna River in Vrndavana, India.

I had fulfilled my mother’s last request to me, a request that l pray, will also be on my lips the day I leave this world.

Source: http://www.dandavats.com/?p=22096