The day you left
The days went by quickly at the New Jersey seashore and soon three weeks were up. Each day was filled with joy of living with Srila Prabhupada. It was a peaceful and spiritual environment and the sweetness of his devotional mood sank deep into my heart. By the end of three weeks I was hooked. I had completely fallen in love with Srila Prabhupada. He was my whole life. I had no greater desire than to go on serving him daily, hearing him, seeing him speak, and hearing his enchanted talks about Krishna and His friends, and living in the Goloka environment that surrounded him.
Srila Prabhupada was charming, enchanting, sweet, humorous and loving. The love that radiated from his presence healed my heart from all the wounds inflicted by material life. That was my experience. I was after all a child who grew up in a home without my father since my parents had divorced when I was a small child. At two months I was sent to a wonderful, religious aunt, yet I did not really connect with my dad until I was ten years old. So Srila Prabhupada was the perfect father. He knew everything about everything. His protective presence surrounded me. When the day arrived that he was to fly to San Francisco, I was in emotional shambles. I remember so clearly kneeling by the car window just before he left, tears coursing down my cheeks as I looked up into his beautiful glowing golden face. I did not know when or if I would ever see him again. He was going to San Francisco to try to regain his health and from there he talked of going back to India. I was unable to speak very well, being very young and shy, yet somehow I expressed my intense pain at his leaving and my desire to serve him. I wanted him to get well, and if San Francisco or India would help, that was my great hope. Srila Prabhupada looked down from the open car window at a tearful young American girl with no spiritual qualification, yet he knew my heart. He raised his hand in blessing, his face was full of kindness and compassion and seemed to say: everything will be all right. He reassured me with an understanding that and told me: "Chant Hare Krishna. Krishna will arrange for everything". As his car drove away, a part of my heart went with him. Though I resumed my duties of cleaning my apartment, packing the pots and pans and household articles, my desire to see him and serve him grew and grew.
Reference: Prabhupada stories
Author: Govinda Devi Dasi