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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

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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

>

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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>

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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

>

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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>

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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.

>

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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. >

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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

>

>

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Miracle woman :P

 

 

, " 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

>

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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>

>

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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

> >

> >

>

>

>

>

>

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