Same kind of thing happened to my dad. He had an “event” whether diabetic or stroke we never knew. He was in a vegetative coma and I was told he would never wake up and “did I *really* want to feed him?”
I insisted that they feed him, and ten days later when I went in and said “hi dad” he answered me.
The last 2 years of his life were the best we shared.
“The last 2 years of his life were the best we shared.”
No doubt!!