story told by Sri Nathji Prabhu :_*
*""If Prabhupada wants me to drive faster, I will drive faster."
Sri Nathji: The twenty-eighth of September 1977 was a very sad day. At about 4:30 in the morning I got a phone call from Giriraj Swami.
Crying, he said, "I want you to bring your big Dodge car." I had a huge American car with a back seat long enough to lie down in.
Giriraj Swami said, "Prabhupada wants to leave his body." I said, "What?" I had never heard anybody say that someone "wanted to leave his body."
It sounded as if he wanted to commit suicide. I said, "What do you mean, 'Prabhupada wants to leave his body?' Where does he want to leave his body?"
He said, "He wants to go to Vrindavan, and he's leaving his body. He's going away, and we have to take him to the train station."
By that time Prabhupada hadn't eaten for nearly six months. He was living only on juice and charanamrita, and his body was depleted.
He had hardly any muscles, and his veins were pressing on his bones. It was
