I’ve experienced what feels like a miracle in my life. Two weeks ago my dad was admitted to the hospital with an infection that had gone into his bloodstream. As we have a number of times over the past half year, we thought this may very well be the end and prepared ourselves. But after a few days, he started to rally yet again.

As he began to “rejoin our world,” he was initially quite confused and his connection to this realm seemed tenuous. When I walked into his room, he looked at me with amazement and said, “I can’t believe you’re here. I never expected to see you.” I’m not sure who he thought I was, as I’ve been visiting him regularly. But it didn’t matter to me. I was delighted to be able to interact and talk with him. And he was so filled with love and light, it was a joy and an honor to be with him.

At one point he apologized for not being able to remember much. I reassured him, saying, “It’s not what you remember or think that matters. What matters is your heart and the love you feel.” At that point, he looked over my shoulder and seemed to be seeing something very profound. I wondered if he was having a vision. In fact, he was, but not the kind I was thinking of. I turned to see what he was looking at and realized it was the white board on the wall with all his medical information on it. Then he said to me, “Do you see that board? To me, it’s a love board.”

I walked over to the board and wrote, “I love you,” and signed my name. He seemed extremely pleased as he beamed with a wide smile. Then he laughed because underneath my message was a reminder to the nurses that he couldn’t feed himself. So the whole communication read: “I love you. Mercedes. Please feed me.”

The next day he was more lucid, but still in an exalted state. He was tracking everything going on around him with great interest and his response to all he observed was wonder and awe. As I was standing beside his bed, he asked me to turn around. I wasn’t sure why he requested that, thinking maybe he wanted to see what my clothes looked like from the back. As I turned around, he pointed out the window, and said, “Isn’t that beautiful?” I looked outside to a typical downtown Albuquerque city scene of roads, traffic, buildings, and a small patch of grass with a couple of trees. He continued, “Isn’t that building beautiful? And look at those clouds!”

I shifted into seeing what he was seeing. I wouldn’t have noticed it normally, in the midst of my busyness or focusing on whatever I was engaged in. But there was a certain beauty to the building, and certainly to the clouds. I started to reflect on the extraordinariness that all the things in our world—which I so easily take for granted—even exist. And I felt myself joining my father in his transformed state.

Later the nurse came in and attended to him. She emptied his catheter into the toilet and then flushed the contents down. He immediately wanted to know what that sound was. We told him it was the toilet flushing and he said with amazement, “Imagine that.” The nurse and I smiled at each other, each of us feeling touched and lifted up by his innocent marveling at what for us was a mundane experience.

My father has continued to recover, so quickly that even the hospital staff were surprised. His will to live continues to astound us all. And the silver lining to the whole event is that he was discharged to the same skilled nursing facility where his wife was recovering from her back surgery. For the first time since he was admitted to an assisted living facility six months ago, they’re living under the same roof. I can’t tell you the joy I saw in both their faces as she walked into his room the first evening to spend time together before they both went to sleep.

I already believe in miracles, so I didn’t need any convincing that I was witnessing one. But I feel incredibly blessed to have been so closely involved in the whole process, watching it unfold, seeing how my mind had no idea what was really going on, and feeling my heart so moved by the beauty I was witnessing. For the past six months, as my dad has seemed so close to dying so many times, I’ve often wondered what’s keeping him here. Why hasn’t he chosen to let go and move on? After experiencing these most recent events, a new thought came to me. Perhaps my dad isn’t waiting to cross over and meet with the angels. Perhaps he’s decided to start his transformation into the light-realm here and now. And in that, he continues to be my teacher, as he has been for so long.

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