ordinary miracle
Wow wow wow wow wow.
Okay, I'm home. I've visited my grandpa 3 times.. Saturday my dad gave me alone time with grandpa, essentially so I could say goodbye. He was staring at the ceiling with his eyes unfixed, and just opening and closing his mouth. He was small and frail and just very, very poorly off. It was clear that there was no way he was coming back. Sunday afternoon, same thing.
Sunday night we got a call from my uncle who said that grandpa kind of "snapped out of it" and was able to drink from a straw and eat pudding..so my family went down to see what was up. Anyone else would've said he was in bad shape, but it was an incredible, incredible improvement. Grandpa still couldn't turn his head to look at people, so I leaned over where his eyes were "looking," like I had done before, but this time he fixed his eyes on me. For real, he saw me, I could tell. We told him who all was in the room and talked to him a little.. he asked a couple more times who was in the room, so we told him. Then a few minutes later, we asked him who was there. There was me, steph, mom, dad, grandma, and himself. He named everyone except me and stephanie, and when we reminded him, he named us.
My dad asked him, "are you gonna get out of this, dad? are you gonna get through this?" and he said "yes. yes." except like..empathically. I know it sounds crazy, but he was smiling. There was a definite change in facial expression when we were all telling him how well he was doing and how he could come out of this.
When we left, he said "it was nice seeing you" and "I love you." that's the first time he's acknowledged anyone leaving.
And you know, there's no medical explanation for this at all. A couple weeks before spring break, we focused on prayer in chapel and I realized that even though I believe in God, I never prayed for my grandpa because i didn't believe that God would fix him. And now I'm like seeing a miracle in front of my eyes. It's incredible.
Okay, I'm home. I've visited my grandpa 3 times.. Saturday my dad gave me alone time with grandpa, essentially so I could say goodbye. He was staring at the ceiling with his eyes unfixed, and just opening and closing his mouth. He was small and frail and just very, very poorly off. It was clear that there was no way he was coming back. Sunday afternoon, same thing.
Sunday night we got a call from my uncle who said that grandpa kind of "snapped out of it" and was able to drink from a straw and eat pudding..so my family went down to see what was up. Anyone else would've said he was in bad shape, but it was an incredible, incredible improvement. Grandpa still couldn't turn his head to look at people, so I leaned over where his eyes were "looking," like I had done before, but this time he fixed his eyes on me. For real, he saw me, I could tell. We told him who all was in the room and talked to him a little.. he asked a couple more times who was in the room, so we told him. Then a few minutes later, we asked him who was there. There was me, steph, mom, dad, grandma, and himself. He named everyone except me and stephanie, and when we reminded him, he named us.
My dad asked him, "are you gonna get out of this, dad? are you gonna get through this?" and he said "yes. yes." except like..empathically. I know it sounds crazy, but he was smiling. There was a definite change in facial expression when we were all telling him how well he was doing and how he could come out of this.
When we left, he said "it was nice seeing you" and "I love you." that's the first time he's acknowledged anyone leaving.
And you know, there's no medical explanation for this at all. A couple weeks before spring break, we focused on prayer in chapel and I realized that even though I believe in God, I never prayed for my grandpa because i didn't believe that God would fix him. And now I'm like seeing a miracle in front of my eyes. It's incredible.