I just remembered an old acquaintance telling me the story of his father. Friend has been wheelchair bound most of his life because of a motorcycle accident. His father lived in Canada, friend had moved to HI. He heard his father was in hospital, terminal, not much time. Friend flew to Canada, got to the hospital in time, and talked to his father, sang to him, told him God loves him and is waiting for him. He brought a rose for his father to smell. Supposedly father is in coma, but he smelled the rose, and while friend was speaking, tears fell from father’s eyes, and then he departed this world. Very touching story.
Wow!
Thank you for that story.
dang, that made me tear up a tad...