It is the morning of October 19, 1981. Priya Nath massages Shri Nathji’s feet and calves to keep them warm. He is sad beyond measure. In a few minutes they will be coming to take his “Pitiji” away from him.“Shri Nathji Bhagwan Ki Jai! “Hail to Shri Nathji!”Shri Nathji is already drifting into sleep from the injection the nurse had given him, but is still awake enough to say repeatedly:“Death and disease cannot come to me! Death and disease cannot come to me!”Weakly, Shri Nathji raises his hand upwards from the stretcher and blesses everyone. Shri Nathji blesses Priya Nath especially and Priya Nath puts his head against Shri Nathji’s chest in another pranaam.