Eight days later, Elizabeth wrote a letter to Mehera and Mani
in India with details about Norina's final days.
Dear Mehera and Mani,
We received Baba's cable and know that she is with Him
forever. So we know that she has awakened in Him.
Also, I have a feeling that Baba has already put her to work
in this life continuous.
Certainly our activity has been increased and since Norina
has left us it has been one continuous motion around us.
Kitty I am sure wrote you how we came home from the
town Saturday morning June 15th, and just at that time was
the ending of Norina's long struggle to keep going. She had
had her breakfast as usual quite early, all liquids for recently
she felt she couldn't take solids, so had egg in milk, etc. Then
at 11:15 A. M. she had her juice as usual, having rested up to
that time. At 11:20 she opened her eyes and asked Sadie,
"What time is it?" Sadie replied "11:20, soon you will have
lunch, will you eat a good lunch today?"
There was no reply and Sadie went over to check Norina's
pulse that she (and of course, the doctor) knew had been
weak in the last three days, she found it low and called to
Kitty to telephone Dr. Chapman to come. Fortunately he had
not left his office, he usually stays only a half day on
Saturday, and he came up to the house in very little time. He
could barely feel a pulse and as he was listening with his
stethoscope the heart stopped. He turned to us and told us she
had gone; it was then just about a half hour before noon or
about ten minute since Norina had asked in a clear voice,
"What time is it?"
Dr. Chapman said he did not believe that she could have
lasted through so much since 8 yrs. he attended her, it was
very remarkable. Sadie said afterwards that in all her hospital
nursing she had never seen a death like hers without a
struggle, when the end came she just slipped away, it was as
if she knew her time had come and she consciously asked,
"What time is it?"
On course Kitty has been writing you about Norina's
condition. Her weakness started about the end of March and
she didn't feel like going out in the car for her usual drives
that she never liked to miss, it was her only contact with the
outside world, not that she enjoyed it but it broke the long
day. She had felt useful when we could send Sadie for an
errand when they were out or going to pick up Kitty at the
Center and take her home.
The very last drive was with me on a Sunday afternoon, it
was the day Sadie usually had off, and I took some potted
plants that I had purchased, one was a magnolia, and Norina
told me where they should be placed [at the Center]. We left
them in their pots for Frank to plant the next day. They can
now be seen across the little road by the kitchen building and
we will take special care of them. This was the last time that
she went out, as she didn't feel able....
Everyone who saw Norina's earthly remains, after she
passed away, remarked how peaceful she looked. Knowing
that Norina never wanted to be sent any place, we placed her
body down stairs, moving everything out of the dining room,
and the mortician brought a couchlike affair for her to rest
on. Asked what we want to dress her in, I fortunately
remembered that she had years ago told me that when she
passed away to put on Baba's Sadra that he had once given
her, which was done, and then we found a Bedouin coat of
golden yellow among Norina's effects which seemed to be
the best thing to wear over Baba's Sadra because it did not
completely cover it.
Then we had to think of a service, not that Norina would
have thought it necessary, but because those who did know
her at Myrtle Beach expected a service to come to as a
religious parting ceremony; and three from New York were
coming down for the funeral. Good, faithful John, Ella and
Michael Kohanow arrived about noon on Monday and the
funeral was held in the afternoon at 5:30, [and] immediately
after she was taken on a stretcher in an ambulance-hearse to a
distant city, Winston-Salem, N.C., the nearest Crematory and
her ashes were brought back the next day. We have Baba's
instructions to bring these ashes when we come to India. It is
exactly what Norina had hoped, because we found today
among her papers, in her own handwriting that it was her
Love to the One and all,
Norina's ashes were interred close by Meher Baba's Tomb
on Meherabad Hill, near Ahmednagar, in India. Her grave
marker bears the following inscription: