When your mother who carried you for nine months, and loved you like no other, is no more, it feels like part of you has been taken from you. I knew it was coming. But the pain of losing our Amma is much like a stabbing pain in the heart, regardless. I was blessed in that I was able to tell Amma I love her, in her ear, as she lay in hospital, with my brother Manu and sister Uttarai by her bedside. And before I knew it, like a person Inspired, I was chanting the Mahāmrityunjaya Mantra to her through Facetime - I was in fact invoking, in Sanskrit, the highest divine power there is, through the phone - the invocation to Lord Siva in essense reads like this: "Lift me - from darkness to light, from bondage to liberation, from death to immortality." Looking back that was indeed a profound moment for me. Incredibly, I later saw Amma breathe her last - thanks to my sister, Uttarai - It so happened, just as Amma was breathing her last, my sister called on the phone; she was elated Amma had opened her eyes and looked at her. It was divine will that I was there in my Amma's final moments. I am ever grateful to my sister for what she did. I am blown away that I would be so blessed; I saw for myself, yet again, God's grace and compassion in Usha S Sri Skanda Rajah Daughter Canada Part 1