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No sooner had Shri Nathji, Pran Nath and Priya Nath returned to their home at 10, Fawley Road, when the telephone rang. Priya Nath happened to be close to the phone, and picked it up apprehensively.
Mr. Mehta, said a voice on the phone, your mother just died.
For a moment, Priya Nath was stunned. He could not understand the meaning of the world died. From his very youth he had been afraid that his mother would leave him one day. All such fears came to be realised on that fateful day. It was he, who had been destined to hear the terrible words first.
Many years ago, when Mateshwari had been dangerously ill at Mussoorie, a doctor had arrived from the St. Mary’s Hospital there, and had asked that she be admitted to the hospital. Mateshwari had refused to go. It was an irony of fate, that several years later, she left her body in St. Mary’s Hospital in London.
Shri Nathji, Pran Nath and Priya Nath rushed to the Hospital. There, a young assistant doctor met them who told them very sympathetically that Mateshwari had passed away. Shri Nathji had tears in his eyes as he embraced the young assistant doctor and said to him: Doctor, you are a very good man.
She died a very peaceful Death, said the doctor, unlike any we have ever seen before.”
There was a Divine Glow of Peace upon the features of Mateshwari as Priya Nath and Pran Nath bent down and touched her feet, along with Shri Nathji.
The day was the 5th of August 1967. It was at eight thirty in the morning, that Mateshwari had left Shri Nathji and her two sons, and had gone to her Divine Abode to remain forever in the Universe as the Invis­ible Form of the Divine Mother.
The funeral procession was a grand one.  Leverton and Company of London, who attended to the royalty of England, made the arrangements. Mateshwari’s body was carried in a Rolls Royce through the streets of London.
Priya Nath recalled how Mateshwari used to say jokingly to Shri Nathji whenever she saw the wealthy riding out in splendour: Nathji! When will you give me a ride in a Rolls Royce?
Borne on the shoulders of Englishmen, the coffin was carried inside a large hall.  It was a last homage from the British nation. Shri Nathji applied his shoulder to the coffin. It was a last parting gesture.