Guest guest Posted November 21, 2006 Report Share Posted November 21, 2006 First I would like to thank everyone who sent prayers and love while helping my dad make a smooth transition home to God. I would also like to share with you a miracle. My dad is and always will be the father of 4 wonderful girls and a grandfather of 6 wonderful grandchildren. One of his girls and one of his grandchildren lived with my dad and the rest of us live out of town. Two of us live 9 hours away, one north of him and one south of him. On November 12, 2006 my sister who lived with my dad called me about 6:30 a.m. frantic; the paramedics were on their way to my dad's house to pick him up, my dad had gone into respiratory arrest. I knew right then that it was serious because my dad despite all of what he had been through and the many unexpected trips to the hospital never would agree to take an ambulance, yet this time he asked for one to be called. My dad had been battling cancer, different forms of cancer for almost 7 years and his last diagnosis was lymphatic cancer. My sisters and I who live out of town began frantically packing to go home to be with him, believing and somehow knowing this would be the last time we would see him alive. My sister and her family who live in Pennsylvania flew to my dad's and my other sister who lives 4 hours away from my dad was able to make to the hospital. On the other hand I delayed in leaving by 3 ½ hours because my husband was out of town with his job and I had to wait on him to arrive home before leaving. We couldn't fly home because there were no flights available so we had to drive the 9 hours to get to him. I stayed in touch with my sisters and extended family during the entire trip home keeping up on the conditions of my dad hoping and praying for us to make it there before he passed. It seemed the closer we made it the worse the situation became for my dad and the doctors were feeding him meds to keep him alive until we got there. For the longest time his blood pressure stayed around 30/20 and he had been put on life support. Then as I saw a sign showing we were 13 miles (on Interstate 95) from the city where my dad lived I received the phone call that I had been dreading. I was told that my dad had gone into cardiac arrest and that the doctors were working on resuscitating him but they were not having any success. At that point the doctors pronounced him dead and gave a time of death. Even though we were 13 miles from the city where he lived, we were also still about 23 miles from him. At that point I truly lost control and totally lost it, knowing that I had made it that far and I was that close and he died, knowing that I would never be able to tell him how much I loved him and to say good- bye. I thought if we hadn't stopped to go to the bathroom we might have made it. I started calling out to my dad to please go back, please wait on us that we were almost there. I prayed and begged God to help him return to his body, to give my children, my husband (my dad's adopted son), and myself a chance to say tell him we loved him and to say good-bye. About 15 minutes after receiving the first call about my dad dieing we received another phone call telling us that my dad was alive, that his heart had starting beating again on its own and that he started breathing again and his vital signs had all come back on their own and they doctors had pronounced him alive. When we got to the hospital we were met at the door and someone took our car and parked it while we raced up 5 floors to see him. We were able to give him hugs and to tell him how much we love him and to say our good-byes to him, we were with him for about 10 minutes when he passed for the second time. I was told by one of the CCU nurses after it was all over with that never in her entire career had she ever witnessed anything like that before. She said that my dad was willing to die, but only after being able to see all four of his girls one more time and all of his grandchildren and son-in-laws one more time. He received his request and passed on peacefully to go home to his Heavenly Father, Our Almighty God where he is forever at peace now and will no longer suffer. I just want to tell you that he did NOT die from the cancer, but double pneumonia. May I forever be GRATEFUL to God for allowing us to say good-bye. Love, Katherin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 21, 2006 Report Share Posted November 21, 2006 Katherine, I'm glad you were able to make it to see your dad and say fare-well. Your description brought tears to my eyes as I was in a similar situation with my mother-in-law in Sept 2005, but didn't make it in time. I'm glad you and your husband were able to. I pray for Grace, Peace and Love to you and your family Katherine. Ray , " Katherine " <katsam19 wrote: > > First I would like to thank everyone who sent prayers and love while > helping my dad make a smooth transition home to God. > > I would also like to share with you a miracle. My dad is and always > will be the father of 4 wonderful girls and a grandfather of 6 > wonderful grandchildren. One of his girls and one of his > grandchildren lived with my dad and the rest of us live out of town. > Two of us live 9 hours away, one north of him and one south of him. > On November 12, 2006 my sister who lived with my dad called me about > 6:30 a.m. frantic; the paramedics were on their way to my dad's house > to pick him up, my dad had gone into respiratory arrest. I knew right > then that it was serious because my dad despite all of what he had > been through and the many unexpected trips to the hospital never > would agree to take an ambulance, yet this time he asked for one to > be called. My dad had been battling cancer, different forms of cancer > for almost 7 years and his last diagnosis was lymphatic cancer. My > sisters and I who live out of town began frantically packing to go > home to be with him, believing and somehow knowing this would be the > last time we would see him alive. My sister and her family who live > in Pennsylvania flew to my dad's and my other sister who lives 4 > hours away from my dad was able to make to the hospital. On the other > hand I delayed in leaving by 3 ½ hours because my husband was out of > town with his job and I had to wait on him to arrive home before > leaving. We couldn't fly home because there were no flights available > so we had to drive the 9 hours to get to him. I stayed in touch with > my sisters and extended family during the entire trip home keeping up > on the conditions of my dad hoping and praying for us to make it > there before he passed. It seemed the closer we made it the worse the > situation became for my dad and the doctors were feeding him meds to > keep him alive until we got there. For the longest time his blood > pressure stayed around 30/20 and he had been put on life support. > Then as I saw a sign showing we were 13 miles (on Interstate 95) from > the city where my dad lived I received the phone call that I had been > dreading. I was told that my dad had gone into cardiac arrest and > that the doctors were working on resuscitating him but they were not > having any success. At that point the doctors pronounced him dead and > gave a time of death. Even though we were 13 miles from the city > where he lived, we were also still about 23 miles from him. At that > point I truly lost control and totally lost it, knowing that I had > made it that far and I was that close and he died, knowing that I > would never be able to tell him how much I loved him and to say good- > bye. I thought if we hadn't stopped to go to the bathroom we might > have made it. I started calling out to my dad to please go back, > please wait on us that we were almost there. I prayed and begged God > to help him return to his body, to give my children, my husband (my > dad's adopted son), and myself a chance to say tell him we loved him > and to say good-bye. About 15 minutes after receiving the first call > about my dad dieing we received another phone call telling us that my > dad was alive, that his heart had starting beating again on its own > and that he started breathing again and his vital signs had all come > back on their own and they doctors had pronounced him alive. When we > got to the hospital we were met at the door and someone took our car > and parked it while we raced up 5 floors to see him. We were able to > give him hugs and to tell him how much we love him and to say our > good-byes to him, we were with him for about 10 minutes when he > passed for the second time. I was told by one of the CCU nurses after > it was all over with that never in her entire career had she ever > witnessed anything like that before. She said that my dad was willing > to die, but only after being able to see all four of his girls one > more time and all of his grandchildren and son-in-laws one more time. > He received his request and passed on peacefully to go home to his > Heavenly Father, Our Almighty God where he is forever at peace now > and will no longer suffer. I just want to tell you that he did NOT > die from the cancer, but double pneumonia. May I forever be GRATEFUL > to God for allowing us to say good-bye. > > > Love, > Katherin > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 21, 2006 Report Share Posted November 21, 2006 Ray, Thank you for the support and I am sorry you had to miss saying good-bye as that is what happened to me when my mom passed away. I soon figured out that the 13 in the road sign signified 1 on the way (daughter, me) and 3 by his side (daughters). It was somehow a sign from God. My dad wanted to be buried where my grandmother and grandfather were buried which is about a 35 minute commute from where he lived and every day that we went to the town my dad was born and raised, the only sign I remember seeing on the way there was Lake City 13 miles. For some 13 is a signification of bad luck, for me it is a sign of love, compassion, and Glory! I will always look at the number 13 as something special! Once again thank you Ray and may God bless you in many ways. Love, Katherineraazor1 <raazor wrote: Katherine,I'm glad you were able to make it to see your dad and say fare-well. Your description brought tears to my eyes as I was in a similar situation with my mother-in-law in Sept 2005, but didn't make it in time. I'm glad you and your husband were able to.I pray for Grace, Peace and Love to you and your family Katherine.Ray , "Katherine" <katsam19 wrote:>> First I would like to thank everyone who sent prayers and love while > helping my dad make a smooth transition home to God. > > I would also like to share with you a miracle. My dad is and always > will be the father of 4 wonderful girls and a grandfather of 6 > wonderful grandchildren. One of his girls and one of his > grandchildren lived with my dad and the rest of us live out of town. > Two of us live 9 hours away, one north of him and one south of him. > On November 12, 2006 my sister who lived with my dad called me about > 6:30 a.m. frantic; the paramedics were on their way to my dad's house > to pick him up, my dad had gone into respiratory arrest. I knew right > then that it was serious because my dad despite all of what he had > been through and the many unexpected trips to the hospital never > would agree to take an ambulance, yet this time he asked for one to > be called. My dad had been battling cancer, different forms of cancer > for almost 7 years and his last diagnosis was lymphatic cancer. My > sisters and I who live out of town began frantically packing to go > home to be with him, believing and somehow knowing this would be the > last time we would see him alive. My sister and her family who live > in Pennsylvania flew to my dad's and my other sister who lives 4 > hours away from my dad was able to make to the hospital. On the other > hand I delayed in leaving by 3 ½ hours because my husband was out of > town with his job and I had to wait on him to arrive home before > leaving. We couldn't fly home because there were no flights available > so we had to drive the 9 hours to get to him. I stayed in touch with > my sisters and extended family during the entire trip home keeping up > on the conditions of my dad hoping and praying for us to make it > there before he passed. It seemed the closer we made it the worse the > situation became for my dad and the doctors were feeding him meds to > keep him alive until we got there. For the longest time his blood > pressure stayed around 30/20 and he had been put on life support. > Then as I saw a sign showing we were 13 miles (on Interstate 95) from > the city where my dad lived I received the phone call that I had been > dreading. I was told that my dad had gone into cardiac arrest and > that the doctors were working on resuscitating him but they were not > having any success. At that point the doctors pronounced him dead and > gave a time of death. Even though we were 13 miles from the city > where he lived, we were also still about 23 miles from him. At that > point I truly lost control and totally lost it, knowing that I had > made it that far and I was that close and he died, knowing that I > would never be able to tell him how much I loved him and to say good-> bye. I thought if we hadn't stopped to go to the bathroom we might > have made it. I started calling out to my dad to please go back, > please wait on us that we were almost there. I prayed and begged God > to help him return to his body, to give my children, my husband (my > dad's adopted son), and myself a chance to say tell him we loved him > and to say good-bye. About 15 minutes after receiving the first call > about my dad dieing we received another phone call telling us that my > dad was alive, that his heart had starting beating again on its own > and that he started breathing again and his vital signs had all come > back on their own and they doctors had pronounced him alive. When we > got to the hospital we were met at the door and someone took our car > and parked it while we raced up 5 floors to see him. We were able to > give him hugs and to tell him how much we love him and to say our > good-byes to him, we were with him for about 10 minutes when he > passed for the second time. I was told by one of the CCU nurses after > it was all over with that never in her entire career had she ever > witnessed anything like that before. She said that my dad was willing > to die, but only after being able to see all four of his girls one > more time and all of his grandchildren and son-in-laws one more time. > He received his request and passed on peacefully to go home to his > Heavenly Father, Our Almighty God where he is forever at peace now > and will no longer suffer. I just want to tell you that he did NOT > die from the cancer, but double pneumonia. May I forever be GRATEFUL > to God for allowing us to say good-bye. > > > Love,> Katherin> Sponsored LinkMortgage rates near 39yr lows. $510,000 Mortgage for $1,698/mo - Calculate new house payment Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 21, 2006 Report Share Posted November 21, 2006 Hug Katherine. Thank you for sharing with us. Very beautiful on many levels. Love, dhyana , " Katherine " <katsam19 wrote: > > First I would like to thank everyone who sent prayers and love while > helping my dad make a smooth transition home to God. > > I would also like to share with you a miracle. My dad is and always > will be the father of 4 wonderful girls and a grandfather of 6 > wonderful grandchildren. One of his girls and one of his > grandchildren lived with my dad and the rest of us live out of town. > Two of us live 9 hours away, one north of him and one south of him. > On November 12, 2006 my sister who lived with my dad called me about > 6:30 a.m. frantic; the paramedics were on their way to my dad's house > to pick him up, my dad had gone into respiratory arrest. I knew right > then that it was serious because my dad despite all of what he had > been through and the many unexpected trips to the hospital never > would agree to take an ambulance, yet this time he asked for one to > be called. My dad had been battling cancer, different forms of cancer > for almost 7 years and his last diagnosis was lymphatic cancer. My > sisters and I who live out of town began frantically packing to go > home to be with him, believing and somehow knowing this would be the > last time we would see him alive. My sister and her family who live > in Pennsylvania flew to my dad's and my other sister who lives 4 > hours away from my dad was able to make to the hospital. On the other > hand I delayed in leaving by 3 ½ hours because my husband was out of > town with his job and I had to wait on him to arrive home before > leaving. We couldn't fly home because there were no flights available > so we had to drive the 9 hours to get to him. I stayed in touch with > my sisters and extended family during the entire trip home keeping up > on the conditions of my dad hoping and praying for us to make it > there before he passed. It seemed the closer we made it the worse the > situation became for my dad and the doctors were feeding him meds to > keep him alive until we got there. For the longest time his blood > pressure stayed around 30/20 and he had been put on life support. > Then as I saw a sign showing we were 13 miles (on Interstate 95) from > the city where my dad lived I received the phone call that I had been > dreading. I was told that my dad had gone into cardiac arrest and > that the doctors were working on resuscitating him but they were not > having any success. At that point the doctors pronounced him dead and > gave a time of death. Even though we were 13 miles from the city > where he lived, we were also still about 23 miles from him. At that > point I truly lost control and totally lost it, knowing that I had > made it that far and I was that close and he died, knowing that I > would never be able to tell him how much I loved him and to say good- > bye. I thought if we hadn't stopped to go to the bathroom we might > have made it. I started calling out to my dad to please go back, > please wait on us that we were almost there. I prayed and begged God > to help him return to his body, to give my children, my husband (my > dad's adopted son), and myself a chance to say tell him we loved him > and to say good-bye. About 15 minutes after receiving the first call > about my dad dieing we received another phone call telling us that my > dad was alive, that his heart had starting beating again on its own > and that he started breathing again and his vital signs had all come > back on their own and they doctors had pronounced him alive. When we > got to the hospital we were met at the door and someone took our car > and parked it while we raced up 5 floors to see him. We were able to > give him hugs and to tell him how much we love him and to say our > good-byes to him, we were with him for about 10 minutes when he > passed for the second time. I was told by one of the CCU nurses after > it was all over with that never in her entire career had she ever > witnessed anything like that before. She said that my dad was willing > to die, but only after being able to see all four of his girls one > more time and all of his grandchildren and son-in-laws one more time. > He received his request and passed on peacefully to go home to his > Heavenly Father, Our Almighty God where he is forever at peace now > and will no longer suffer. I just want to tell you that he did NOT > die from the cancer, but double pneumonia. May I forever be GRATEFUL > to God for allowing us to say good-bye. > > > Love, > Katherin > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 21, 2006 Report Share Posted November 21, 2006 Thank you Dhyana! Love, Kathynovalees <Novalees wrote: Hug Katherine. Thank you for sharing with us. Very beautiful on many levels. Love, dhyana , "Katherine" <katsam19 wrote:>> First I would like to thank everyone who sent prayers and love while > helping my dad make a smooth transition home to God. > > I would also like to share with you a miracle. My dad is and always > will be the father of 4 wonderful girls and a grandfather of 6 > wonderful grandchildren. One of his girls and one of his > grandchildren lived with my dad and the rest of us live out of town. > Two of us live 9 hours away, one north of him and one south of him. > On November 12, 2006 my sister who lived with my dad called me about > 6:30 a.m. frantic; the paramedics were on their way to my dad's house > to pick him up, my dad had gone into respiratory arrest. I knew right > then that it was serious because my dad despite all of what he had > been through and the many unexpected trips to the hospital never > would agree to take an ambulance, yet this time he asked for one to > be called. My dad had been battling cancer, different forms of cancer > for almost 7 years and his last diagnosis was lymphatic cancer. My > sisters and I who live out of town began frantically packing to go > home to be with him, believing and somehow knowing this would be the > last time we would see him alive. My sister and her family who live > in Pennsylvania flew to my dad's and my other sister who lives 4 > hours away from my dad was able to make to the hospital. On the other > hand I delayed in leaving by 3 ½ hours because my husband was out of > town with his job and I had to wait on him to arrive home before > leaving. We couldn't fly home because there were no flights available > so we had to drive the 9 hours to get to him. I stayed in touch with > my sisters and extended family during the entire trip home keeping up > on the conditions of my dad hoping and praying for us to make it > there before he passed. It seemed the closer we made it the worse the > situation became for my dad and the doctors were feeding him meds to > keep him alive until we got there. For the longest time his blood > pressure stayed around 30/20 and he had been put on life support. > Then as I saw a sign showing we were 13 miles (on Interstate 95) from > the city where my dad lived I received the phone call that I had been > dreading. I was told that my dad had gone into cardiac arrest and > that the doctors were working on resuscitating him but they were not > having any success. At that point the doctors pronounced him dead and > gave a time of death. Even though we were 13 miles from the city > where he lived, we were also still about 23 miles from him. At that > point I truly lost control and totally lost it, knowing that I had > made it that far and I was that close and he died, knowing that I > would never be able to tell him how much I loved him and to say good-> bye. I thought if we hadn't stopped to go to the bathroom we might > have made it. I started calling out to my dad to please go back, > please wait on us that we were almost there. I prayed and begged God > to help him return to his body, to give my children, my husband (my > dad's adopted son), and myself a chance to say tell him we loved him > and to say good-bye. About 15 minutes after receiving the first call > about my dad dieing we received another phone call telling us that my > dad was alive, that his heart had starting beating again on its own > and that he started breathing again and his vital signs had all come > back on their own and they doctors had pronounced him alive. When we > got to the hospital we were met at the door and someone took our car > and parked it while we raced up 5 floors to see him. We were able to > give him hugs and to tell him how much we love him and to say our > good-byes to him, we were with him for about 10 minutes when he > passed for the second time. I was told by one of the CCU nurses after > it was all over with that never in her entire career had she ever > witnessed anything like that before. She said that my dad was willing > to die, but only after being able to see all four of his girls one > more time and all of his grandchildren and son-in-laws one more time. > He received his request and passed on peacefully to go home to his > Heavenly Father, Our Almighty God where he is forever at peace now > and will no longer suffer. I just want to tell you that he did NOT > die from the cancer, but double pneumonia. May I forever be GRATEFUL > to God for allowing us to say good-bye. > > > Love,> Katherin> Sponsored LinkMortgage rates near 39yr lows. $420,000 Mortgage for $1,399/mo - Calculate new house payment Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 21, 2006 Report Share Posted November 21, 2006 Katherine, You are the miracle. May you all find peace in your grieving. BlessU Sam , " Katherine " <katsam19 wrote: > > First I would like to thank everyone who sent prayers and love while > helping my dad make a smooth transition home to God. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 21, 2006 Report Share Posted November 21, 2006 Sam thank you for your kind words! You yourself are a wonderful person! Love, KatherineSam <dallyup52 wrote: Katherine,You are the miracle. May you all find peace in your grieving.BlessUSam , "Katherine"<katsam19 wrote:>> First I would like to thank everyone who sent prayers and love while > helping my dad make a smooth transition home to God. > Sponsored LinkRates near 39yr lows. $420,000 Loan for $1399/mo - Calculate new house payment Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 21, 2006 Report Share Posted November 21, 2006 I am truely touched by your message Katherine. I am both happy and sad about this. Yes, this was a miracle indeed! You witnessed and experienced God's divinity. Thank you for sharing this Katherine, my thoughts are with you. Be in peace lisa ---- Katherine <katsam19 wrote: > First I would like to thank everyone who sent prayers and love while > helping my dad make a smooth transition home to God. > > I would also like to share with you a miracle. My dad is and always > will be the father of 4 wonderful girls and a grandfather of 6 > wonderful grandchildren. One of his girls and one of his > grandchildren lived with my dad and the rest of us live out of town. > Two of us live 9 hours away, one north of him and one south of him. > On November 12, 2006 my sister who lived with my dad called me about > 6:30 a.m. frantic; the paramedics were on their way to my dad's house > to pick him up, my dad had gone into respiratory arrest. I knew right > then that it was serious because my dad despite all of what he had > been through and the many unexpected trips to the hospital never > would agree to take an ambulance, yet this time he asked for one to > be called. My dad had been battling cancer, different forms of cancer > for almost 7 years and his last diagnosis was lymphatic cancer. My > sisters and I who live out of town began frantically packing to go > home to be with him, believing and somehow knowing this would be the > last time we would see him alive. My sister and her family who live > in Pennsylvania flew to my dad's and my other sister who lives 4 > hours away from my dad was able to make to the hospital. On the other > hand I delayed in leaving by 3 ½ hours because my husband was out of > town with his job and I had to wait on him to arrive home before > leaving. We couldn't fly home because there were no flights available > so we had to drive the 9 hours to get to him. I stayed in touch with > my sisters and extended family during the entire trip home keeping up > on the conditions of my dad hoping and praying for us to make it > there before he passed. It seemed the closer we made it the worse the > situation became for my dad and the doctors were feeding him meds to > keep him alive until we got there. For the longest time his blood > pressure stayed around 30/20 and he had been put on life support. > Then as I saw a sign showing we were 13 miles (on Interstate 95) from > the city where my dad lived I received the phone call that I had been > dreading. I was told that my dad had gone into cardiac arrest and > that the doctors were working on resuscitating him but they were not > having any success. At that point the doctors pronounced him dead and > gave a time of death. Even though we were 13 miles from the city > where he lived, we were also still about 23 miles from him. At that > point I truly lost control and totally lost it, knowing that I had > made it that far and I was that close and he died, knowing that I > would never be able to tell him how much I loved him and to say good- > bye. I thought if we hadn't stopped to go to the bathroom we might > have made it. I started calling out to my dad to please go back, > please wait on us that we were almost there. I prayed and begged God > to help him return to his body, to give my children, my husband (my > dad's adopted son), and myself a chance to say tell him we loved him > and to say good-bye. About 15 minutes after receiving the first call > about my dad dieing we received another phone call telling us that my > dad was alive, that his heart had starting beating again on its own > and that he started breathing again and his vital signs had all come > back on their own and they doctors had pronounced him alive. When we > got to the hospital we were met at the door and someone took our car > and parked it while we raced up 5 floors to see him. We were able to > give him hugs and to tell him how much we love him and to say our > good-byes to him, we were with him for about 10 minutes when he > passed for the second time. I was told by one of the CCU nurses after > it was all over with that never in her entire career had she ever > witnessed anything like that before. She said that my dad was willing > to die, but only after being able to see all four of his girls one > more time and all of his grandchildren and son-in-laws one more time. > He received his request and passed on peacefully to go home to his > Heavenly Father, Our Almighty God where he is forever at peace now > and will no longer suffer. I just want to tell you that he did NOT > die from the cancer, but double pneumonia. May I forever be GRATEFUL > to God for allowing us to say good-bye. > > > Love, > Katherin > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 21, 2006 Report Share Posted November 21, 2006 Miracle woman , " Katherine " <katsam19 wrote: > > First I would like to thank everyone who sent prayers and love while > helping my dad make a smooth transition home to God. > > I would also like to share with you a miracle. My dad is and always > will be the father of 4 wonderful girls and a grandfather of 6 > wonderful grandchildren. One of his girls and one of his > grandchildren lived with my dad and the rest of us live out of town. > Two of us live 9 hours away, one north of him and one south of him. > On November 12, 2006 my sister who lived with my dad called me about > 6:30 a.m. frantic; the paramedics were on their way to my dad's house > to pick him up, my dad had gone into respiratory arrest. I knew right > then that it was serious because my dad despite all of what he had > been through and the many unexpected trips to the hospital never > would agree to take an ambulance, yet this time he asked for one to > be called. My dad had been battling cancer, different forms of cancer > for almost 7 years and his last diagnosis was lymphatic cancer. My > sisters and I who live out of town began frantically packing to go > home to be with him, believing and somehow knowing this would be the > last time we would see him alive. My sister and her family who live > in Pennsylvania flew to my dad's and my other sister who lives 4 > hours away from my dad was able to make to the hospital. On the other > hand I delayed in leaving by 3 ½ hours because my husband was out of > town with his job and I had to wait on him to arrive home before > leaving. We couldn't fly home because there were no flights available > so we had to drive the 9 hours to get to him. I stayed in touch with > my sisters and extended family during the entire trip home keeping up > on the conditions of my dad hoping and praying for us to make it > there before he passed. It seemed the closer we made it the worse the > situation became for my dad and the doctors were feeding him meds to > keep him alive until we got there. For the longest time his blood > pressure stayed around 30/20 and he had been put on life support. > Then as I saw a sign showing we were 13 miles (on Interstate 95) from > the city where my dad lived I received the phone call that I had been > dreading. I was told that my dad had gone into cardiac arrest and > that the doctors were working on resuscitating him but they were not > having any success. At that point the doctors pronounced him dead and > gave a time of death. Even though we were 13 miles from the city > where he lived, we were also still about 23 miles from him. At that > point I truly lost control and totally lost it, knowing that I had > made it that far and I was that close and he died, knowing that I > would never be able to tell him how much I loved him and to say good- > bye. I thought if we hadn't stopped to go to the bathroom we might > have made it. I started calling out to my dad to please go back, > please wait on us that we were almost there. I prayed and begged God > to help him return to his body, to give my children, my husband (my > dad's adopted son), and myself a chance to say tell him we loved him > and to say good-bye. About 15 minutes after receiving the first call > about my dad dieing we received another phone call telling us that my > dad was alive, that his heart had starting beating again on its own > and that he started breathing again and his vital signs had all come > back on their own and they doctors had pronounced him alive. When we > got to the hospital we were met at the door and someone took our car > and parked it while we raced up 5 floors to see him. We were able to > give him hugs and to tell him how much we love him and to say our > good-byes to him, we were with him for about 10 minutes when he > passed for the second time. I was told by one of the CCU nurses after > it was all over with that never in her entire career had she ever > witnessed anything like that before. She said that my dad was willing > to die, but only after being able to see all four of his girls one > more time and all of his grandchildren and son-in-laws one more time. > He received his request and passed on peacefully to go home to his > Heavenly Father, Our Almighty God where he is forever at peace now > and will no longer suffer. I just want to tell you that he did NOT > die from the cancer, but double pneumonia. May I forever be GRATEFUL > to God for allowing us to say good-bye. > > > Love, > Katherin > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 21, 2006 Report Share Posted November 21, 2006 Thank you Lisa! You are a terrific and kind hearted person! May God be with you! Love, Katherinepleiades69 wrote: I am truely touched by your message Katherine. I am both happy and sad about this. Yes, this was a miracle indeed! You witnessed and experienced God's divinity. Thank you for sharing this Katherine, my thoughts are with you. Be in peacelisa---- Katherine <katsam19 > wrote: > First I would like to thank everyone who sent prayers and love while > helping my dad make a smooth transition home to God. > > I would also like to share with you a miracle. My dad is and always > will be the father of 4 wonderful girls and a grandfather of 6 > wonderful grandchildren. One of his girls and one of his > grandchildren lived with my dad and the rest of us live out of town. > Two of us live 9 hours away, one north of him and one south of him. > On November 12, 2006 my sister who lived with my dad called me about > 6:30 a.m. frantic; the paramedics were on their way to my dad's house > to pick him up, my dad had gone into respiratory arrest. I knew right > then that it was serious because my dad despite all of what he had > been through and the many unexpected trips to the hospital never > would agree to take an ambulance, yet this time he asked for one to > be called. My dad had been battling cancer, different forms of cancer > for almost 7 years and his last diagnosis was lymphatic cancer. My > sisters and I who live out of town began frantically packing to go > home to be with him, believing and somehow knowing this would be the > last time we would see him alive. My sister and her family who live > in Pennsylvania flew to my dad's and my other sister who lives 4 > hours away from my dad was able to make to the hospital. On the other > hand I delayed in leaving by 3 ½ hours because my husband was out of > town with his job and I had to wait on him to arrive home before > leaving. We couldn't fly home because there were no flights available > so we had to drive the 9 hours to get to him. I stayed in touch with > my sisters and extended family during the entire trip home keeping up > on the conditions of my dad hoping and praying for us to make it > there before he passed. It seemed the closer we made it the worse the > situation became for my dad and the doctors were feeding him meds to > keep him alive until we got there. For the longest time his blood > pressure stayed around 30/20 and he had been put on life support. > Then as I saw a sign showing we were 13 miles (on Interstate 95) from > the city where my dad lived I received the phone call that I had been > dreading. I was told that my dad had gone into cardiac arrest and > that the doctors were working on resuscitating him but they were not > having any success. At that point the doctors pronounced him dead and > gave a time of death. Even though we were 13 miles from the city > where he lived, we were also still about 23 miles from him. At that > point I truly lost control and totally lost it, knowing that I had > made it that far and I was that close and he died, knowing that I > would never be able to tell him how much I loved him and to say good-> bye. I thought if we hadn't stopped to go to the bathroom we might > have made it. I started calling out to my dad to please go back, > please wait on us that we were almost there. I prayed and begged God > to help him return to his body, to give my children, my husband (my > dad's adopted son), and myself a chance to say tell him we loved him > and to say good-bye. About 15 minutes after receiving the first call > about my dad dieing we received another phone call telling us that my > dad was alive, that his heart had starting beating again on its own > and that he started breathing again and his vital signs had all come > back on their own and they doctors had pronounced him alive. When we > got to the hospital we were met at the door and someone took our car > and parked it while we raced up 5 floors to see him. We were able to > give him hugs and to tell him how much we love him and to say our > good-byes to him, we were with him for about 10 minutes when he > passed for the second time. I was told by one of the CCU nurses after > it was all over with that never in her entire career had she ever > witnessed anything like that before. She said that my dad was willing > to die, but only after being able to see all four of his girls one > more time and all of his grandchildren and son-in-laws one more time. > He received his request and passed on peacefully to go home to his > Heavenly Father, Our Almighty God where he is forever at peace now > and will no longer suffer. I just want to tell you that he did NOT > die from the cancer, but double pneumonia. May I forever be GRATEFUL > to God for allowing us to say good-bye. > > > Love,> Katherin> > Sponsored LinkGet an Online or Campus degree - Associate's, Bachelor's, or Master's -in less than one year. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted November 22, 2006 Report Share Posted November 22, 2006 Wow , I'm flowing with tears, thankyou for that touching and miraculous story. What a blessing, Gods love is indeed endless. Love to you and all your family, And blessings to your father, he sounds like a very special man. Elektra x x x --- pleiades69 wrote: > I am truely touched by your message Katherine. I am > both happy and sad about this. Yes, this was a > miracle indeed! You witnessed and experienced God's > divinity. Thank you for sharing this Katherine, my > thoughts are with you. > Be in peace > lisa > > ---- Katherine <katsam19 wrote: > > First I would like to thank everyone who sent > prayers and love while > > helping my dad make a smooth transition home to > God. > > > > I would also like to share with you a miracle. My > dad is and always > > will be the father of 4 wonderful girls and a > grandfather of 6 > > wonderful grandchildren. One of his girls and one > of his > > grandchildren lived with my dad and the rest of us > live out of town. > > Two of us live 9 hours away, one north of him and > one south of him. > > On November 12, 2006 my sister who lived with my > dad called me about > > 6:30 a.m. frantic; the paramedics were on their > way to my dad's house > > to pick him up, my dad had gone into respiratory > arrest. I knew right > > then that it was serious because my dad despite > all of what he had > > been through and the many unexpected trips to the > hospital never > > would agree to take an ambulance, yet this time he > asked for one to > > be called. My dad had been battling cancer, > different forms of cancer > > for almost 7 years and his last diagnosis was > lymphatic cancer. My > > sisters and I who live out of town began > frantically packing to go > > home to be with him, believing and somehow knowing > this would be the > > last time we would see him alive. My sister and > her family who live > > in Pennsylvania flew to my dad's and my other > sister who lives 4 > > hours away from my dad was able to make to the > hospital. On the other > > hand I delayed in leaving by 3 ½ hours because my > husband was out of > > town with his job and I had to wait on him to > arrive home before > > leaving. We couldn't fly home because there were > no flights available > > so we had to drive the 9 hours to get to him. I > stayed in touch with > > my sisters and extended family during the entire > trip home keeping up > > on the conditions of my dad hoping and praying for > us to make it > > there before he passed. It seemed the closer we > made it the worse the > > situation became for my dad and the doctors were > feeding him meds to > > keep him alive until we got there. For the longest > time his blood > > pressure stayed around 30/20 and he had been put > on life support. > > Then as I saw a sign showing we were 13 miles (on > Interstate 95) from > > the city where my dad lived I received the phone > call that I had been > > dreading. I was told that my dad had gone into > cardiac arrest and > > that the doctors were working on resuscitating him > but they were not > > having any success. At that point the doctors > pronounced him dead and > > gave a time of death. Even though we were 13 miles > from the city > > where he lived, we were also still about 23 miles > from him. At that > > point I truly lost control and totally lost it, > knowing that I had > > made it that far and I was that close and he died, > knowing that I > > would never be able to tell him how much I loved > him and to say good- > > bye. I thought if we hadn't stopped to go to the > bathroom we might > > have made it. I started calling out to my dad to > please go back, > > please wait on us that we were almost there. I > prayed and begged God > > to help him return to his body, to give my > children, my husband (my > > dad's adopted son), and myself a chance to say > tell him we loved him > > and to say good-bye. About 15 minutes after > receiving the first call > > about my dad dieing we received another phone call > telling us that my > > dad was alive, that his heart had starting beating > again on its own > > and that he started breathing again and his vital > signs had all come > > back on their own and they doctors had pronounced > him alive. When we > > got to the hospital we were met at the door and > someone took our car > > and parked it while we raced up 5 floors to see > him. We were able to > > give him hugs and to tell him how much we love him > and to say our > > good-byes to him, we were with him for about 10 > minutes when he > > passed for the second time. I was told by one of > the CCU nurses after > > it was all over with that never in her entire > career had she ever > > witnessed anything like that before. She said that > my dad was willing > > to die, but only after being able to see all four > of his girls one > > more time and all of his grandchildren and > son-in-laws one more time. > > He received his request and passed on peacefully > to go home to his > > Heavenly Father, Our Almighty God where he is > forever at peace now > > and will no longer suffer. I just want to tell you > that he did NOT > > die from the cancer, but double pneumonia. May I > forever be GRATEFUL > > to God for allowing us to say good-bye. > > > > > > Love, > > Katherin > > > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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