By- Minni Dagar
While growing up and all these years I always thought death is indeed a brutal piece of reality. To some extent, it is but I am fortunate to meet a soul in life who taught me not to take death in a brutal way. In fact, I was shown the ways to embrace the loss of a loved one.
During my spiritual journey with my mentor, I learned the importance of charity, faith, surrender, universal oneness and many more such pillars. I was trying to embrace these slowly and slowly inside me. Hardly do I knew that soon my faith and surrenderance will be tested
My didi tested COVID positive on 19th April and she was doing fine at home, taking her prescribed medicine. On the weekend, her oxygen levels dropped and she went to the doctor for consultation, where she was admitted in the hospital (don’t even know why).
And here starts the test of my faith. I called my mentor and mentioned the situation and I was told she will be fine… after 2 days we have to move her to different hospital due to lack of oxygen there and by the time we moved didi to other place, her condition deteriorated on the way and she was put on external ventilator. That was the first time I broke down over the phone with my mentor and she asked me to promise not to cry and chant the mahamrityunjaya mantra, those words acted like fuel in my machinery.
After that started a roller coaster ride… with ups like oxygen levels 92 to lows like oxygen level to 15 but my faith over my mentor never ever juggled.As soon as the readings dropped, I just sat down and start chanting mantras and didi always stabilised quickly.. it kept going for almost 2 weeks.
Then came the big day. Her BP shoot and doc has to give her anti anxiety. After 4 hrs, her oxygen level dropped to 30.
I just started my prayers as it was Brahm Muhurat. I chanted for almost 2 hrs and she was at oxygen level 57 but my faith never moved. I dropped my daughter to school and came back and started to chant again.
At 9.30 got the most difficult call from there that her pulse is missing. For a second, I was frozen. Then immediately called my mentor and she said just chant mahamrityunjaya mantra. Docs, nurses and the kids kept on trying and me chanting. Then again got a call from my mentor and she said let’s all pray for her final journey. I didn’t say a word and with faith, that whatever is happening, happening for a reason, I kept on chanting. Such a blessed soul my didi was that along with me, my mentor, whole of my pyara pariwar was praying during her final minutes. I am sure she left in peace as she was in arms of her 3 kids.
I lost my father 14 years back and I lost her 4 days ago but my dealing during both the phases is absolutely different. As my mentor says if we cry for the departed soul, it’s makes it much more difficult for them to start their final journey.
I had faith when it was said, she will be fine and I had faith when I was asked to pray during her final moments. I am not saying that I didn’t cry after that but even when cried, I prayed for her soul to become one with lord.
Thank you to my mentor for instilling it in us. Thank you to everyone who prayed for her recovery and who all prayed during her final moments and who are all being pillar of support for us now. 🙏❤️
“A good heart has stopped beating, a good soul ascended to be with lord. Loved you too much and we lost our battle to save you. Didi, today you’re not where you were, but you will always be in our heart. You have always been the first princess of the family and will always be 💕God rest you in his arms.”
