In plain words
She had come back from the Gogineni house and taken her breakfast. She had the habit of chewing tāmbūla. I too was fond of tāmbūla in the early days. She crushed the areca nut with a little pounder, put it in her mouth, and sat chewing it. Without any struggle, she breathed her last. What more could one want than this? Gṛham Abbāyi too, just the same. Gṛham Abbāyi means the father of this body. At Prasanthi Nilayam that day I had selected devotees for interview and had them seated. He came. I asked why he had come. “Swami! I have a word or two to say to You,” he said. “I will see you after I have sent these people off,” I told him. I have no distinction of ‘mine’ and ‘other’. I took them all inside, spoke with them, gave them prasādam and sent them off. Then I called him. He took out some money he had tied in his dhoti and, placing it in My hand: “Swami! I have no more than this. You know the income I get. After I am gone, the feast of the tenth day must be held well with this money,” he said. “You are quite well, are you not!” I said. He went back home. He set aside four bags of rice, jaggery and the like. Playing with his grandson, he gave up his life in peace. Such a death comes to the good. Both of them passed away without any struggle. Because they were the parents of this body, this sacredness was in them too. I Myself selected them as My parents. What I select is always correct.
Every human being must serve his parents. In that very service lies Mukti. There is no need to do tapas, dhyāna, yajñas and yāgas and the rest. It is enough to do nāmasmaraṇa. Those who do so will meet an easy death. We must live with good feelings. We must do good to others. It is not enough for you merely to sing bhajans. You must shape your conduct in the right way.