Continuing on from my dad’s death; my family was again blessed with the impossible.
If you haven’t read my blog “Do You Believe in Miracles?”, you may want to go back on my website and read it (cfergbus.wixsite.com/website or you can scroll down to the end of this one and find the “See All” link near the bottom). It has a picture with my mom and dad and two rosaries. It may help you understand some of the point of this blog. Otherwise, here’s a brief recap: my father died young in a car crash and amazing miracles surrounded the days and months following the incident.
One of the things I didn’t mention in the blog surrounding the crash was that before leaving town, my father went to a basketball game; something he loved to play and watch. One of my cousins on my mother’s side who was close to them growing up had also gone to watch the game. He never got over my father’s death – like many of us.
Now to share yet another miracle from my dad. It happened years after my father’s death.
What I remembered of the account was that my cousin was in the service and at the time of the amazing occurrence his eyes had been injured. He had to have them wrapped up for several weeks, and so he was blinded by bandages the entire time. During that resting period, he swore that my dad had been his eyes, and his wife could contest to the fact that he would walk around things that he couldn’t see. An idle fan in the bathroom, a display at a store…he didn’t bump into them. I also remembered that they had had company over for dinner one night and yet another amazing thing took place, but my memories of the details were just fuzzy enough that I decided to jump into the present and get help from his sweet widow (my cousin has since passed on and he and my dad are probably playing basketball together in heaven). I sent her what I had written up and was I glad I did!
To begin with, even though I remembered the circumstances correctly, there was one very important point which I’d lost over the years. His wife told me that not only did he avoid obstacles, but he could actually see. She said that she would ask him at the grocery store to get certain items, like 2 oranges and a bell pepper, and he would go straight to the correct display, choose the items and return to her. On the evening they had invited friends to dinner, the husband/friend was sitting so that only he could see into their bedroom where a mirror hung opposite him. This visiting couple had witnessed my cousin’s ability to see and naturally they began to discuss how it was possible. My cousin told them it was my dad seeing for him. A few seconds after he said it, the friend who could see into the bedroom asked, “Did he have…” and proceeded to describe my dad in great detail. My cousin asked, “Yes, why?” And the friend said, “Because I just saw him in the mirror.” As no one else was in their apartment that night, I’d say my cousin got his proof.
From the little I remember and what I’ve been told over the years, my dad was a special soul (and so was my cousin who was a man of great humor, joy, and kindness). Children loved him, he loved children. He loved people. I’ve heard more than one person say that he never said a bad word about anyone, and he never gossiped. After the amazing things that took place around his death, services, and family, I’m not surprised that the good Lord would use him to help out one of his beloved nephews when he was in need.
There was a second cousin on my dad’s side at that basketball game that fateful night who didn’t get a chance to talk to my dad. He’s told me he also never got over it. Let’s make this life count. Make those opportunities happen, talk to people, love people, be kind to people, be generous with hugs, time, money and things when needed (no matter how they are treating you), because we never know when the one time we see them is the last time we see them. For a few years, every time I had a chance to talk to one of the elders in the family, they died shortly after – not kidding. There were at least three of them in as many years. People that I hadn’t seen in a long time. I absolutely LOVE that I got to have one last great visit with them before they passed. (I did debate for a while whether or not I should keep visiting the family elders though!) Don’t miss a moment that could end up being a “might have been” moment that we may never really get over.
And be sure to keep your mind open to the impossible, so you don’t miss these amazing moments in your own life. I expect there are angels all around us protecting us from all the stupid things we do – especially teens. Logically, there should only be about a fifty percent survival rate for teenagers what with all the things they do (and some men, lol!), so we must be getting help from someone! Anyway, I’ll bet we all have a story we could share that was unexplainable. Believe in the impossible and it can be made possible. My cousin did.
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