Daddy was comatose for two days. Doctor said his bladder cancer could take him at any moment. At the hospital my mother, my husband, and I watched Daddy’s slow, even breathing. We spoke loving words, hoping he could somehow hear us. Finally his breathing became labored, and his body began to convulse gently. Clearly a spirit was struggling to escape its earthly confinement. After about three minutes, the effort ceased. The spirit had broken free, and the forsaken carcass was as lifeless as a locust shell on a tree trunk.
I am humbled and grateful to have witnessed this miracle.
I am humbled and grateful to have witnessed this miracle.
