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captain_slinkyThursday night at about 10:30 (pretty late considering that we go to bed at 8:30ish with our kid), my phone rang. It was my Mom, and he simply said (without any hello or other pleasantries) "Your Father wants to talk to you" and handed the phone to my Dad. I could hear her saying "Okay, here's Brian".
My Dad answered "Hello?"
Hi! What's up?
"I just wanted... I wanted to call and see how... how your new job is going."
Oh it's going great, thanks for asking! (I figured that he was just having a difficult night, one of those nights where he kind of forgets where he is and spends the whole night making his bed - it's not uncommon)
"That's good, that's good... so what is it you do? You, uh..."
I do Computer Support from home, so the thing I do for Mom and Bet with THEIR computers, I do for all sorts of people now and they give me money!
"HA! I bet they do! Well, you... you wanna know what *I'M* up to tonight?"
Whatcha doing tonight, Dad? (The tone of our conversation is jovial, upbeat and just barely slurred on his side).
"I'm tryin' to keep from PISSING MYSELF! HA!"
HAHAA That's great, dad, good luck!
"Okay, well I'm gonna hand you back to your mom now... love ya!"
Love you too, Dad... Good Night! (And then my mom took the phone back, and I could hear the crying/panic in her voice.
"Brian, your father wanted to call tonight because he wanted you to pray for him."
What?!?
"Your father collapsed on the bed and started having a seizure tonight. He *choke*... I don't... I... I guess I'll just call the paramedics if it... happens... again *choke* *sob*. But he seems better now, so I... I don't... pray for him, Brian. I don't... Go back to sleep. I... I don't know what to do. *click*"
And so I lay there in bed, wondering what was going on. I talked with Crystal about it for a bit, we agreed that there was nothing to do but wait till morning.
First thing in the morning I called and it was a completely different situation. My mom is happy and chipper and saying "He's done a complete 180! After we called you last night he lay there for a while, then he kissed me on the forehead and said he was feeling great! Slept all night long and now he's awake and having a big breakfast!"
My Dad himself says "GOOD MORNING! I am having a breakfast of sausage and toast and hash browns and an egg and ORANGE JUICE! I've never drank orange juice without Vodka before!"
And so everyone was happy and my Mom said that whatever prayer I said last night to keep saying it because it worked!
I'm happy for them, but two things keep going through my mind:
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2: FRIDAY NIGHT AND SATURDAY MORNING
My Dad answered "Hello?"
Hi! What's up?
"I just wanted... I wanted to call and see how... how your new job is going."
Oh it's going great, thanks for asking! (I figured that he was just having a difficult night, one of those nights where he kind of forgets where he is and spends the whole night making his bed - it's not uncommon)
"That's good, that's good... so what is it you do? You, uh..."
I do Computer Support from home, so the thing I do for Mom and Bet with THEIR computers, I do for all sorts of people now and they give me money!
"HA! I bet they do! Well, you... you wanna know what *I'M* up to tonight?"
Whatcha doing tonight, Dad? (The tone of our conversation is jovial, upbeat and just barely slurred on his side).
"I'm tryin' to keep from PISSING MYSELF! HA!"
HAHAA That's great, dad, good luck!
"Okay, well I'm gonna hand you back to your mom now... love ya!"
Love you too, Dad... Good Night! (And then my mom took the phone back, and I could hear the crying/panic in her voice.
"Brian, your father wanted to call tonight because he wanted you to pray for him."
What?!?
"Your father collapsed on the bed and started having a seizure tonight. He *choke*... I don't... I... I guess I'll just call the paramedics if it... happens... again *choke* *sob*. But he seems better now, so I... I don't... pray for him, Brian. I don't... Go back to sleep. I... I don't know what to do. *click*"
And so I lay there in bed, wondering what was going on. I talked with Crystal about it for a bit, we agreed that there was nothing to do but wait till morning.
First thing in the morning I called and it was a completely different situation. My mom is happy and chipper and saying "He's done a complete 180! After we called you last night he lay there for a while, then he kissed me on the forehead and said he was feeling great! Slept all night long and now he's awake and having a big breakfast!"
My Dad himself says "GOOD MORNING! I am having a breakfast of sausage and toast and hash browns and an egg and ORANGE JUICE! I've never drank orange juice without Vodka before!"
And so everyone was happy and my Mom said that whatever prayer I said last night to keep saying it because it worked!
I'm happy for them, but two things keep going through my mind:
- All my grandparents had a "Miracle Day" of feeling and being better than they had been in MONTHS just a day or two before they died, and
- I didn't say a single prayer that night. Just a lot of hard thinking :/
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2: FRIDAY NIGHT AND SATURDAY MORNING
