Matt and Dad
On Saturday December 7th my Dad collapsed at his home in NC with what we thought was a heart attack but later found out was a heart arrest.
A call to 911. A rush to the hospital. A drug induced coma.
This was all happening in North Carolina while I’m in Oklahoma. Extremely hard to handle.
After being brought out of the coma Dad was not responding as we hoped. After possibly being without oxygen for up to 15 minutes we honestly didn’t know what to expect.
You can imagine the course of our thoughts and emotions.
My brother Matt wrote the following post on his blog The Wading Pool during this time.
NOTE TO MY DAD…
I was thinking about you today, and about how you love to get letters and cards and such. Well, I’m not much of a letter writing guy, but I do blog (occasionally), so I thought I’d do this. I really hope I can show it to you one day soon. I just wanted you to know some things.
I’m really proud of you. I want you to know that. I’ve often overheard you speak of how proud you are of your kids, well let me tell you, your kids are pretty proud of you. You have no idea how awesome it is to have person after person come and tell you how amazing your dad is, how you make them feel like they’re the most important person in the world when you talk to them. I’m like, “Yeah…that’s MY dad!”
I want you to know that people love you. Dad, I mean they REALLY love you. Tonight, we got home from sitting at the hospital, and you got a card from your friends at the gym. It is FULL of signatures and prayers and well wishes. From the GYM dad. So many visitors coming by just to let us know how much you mean to them, to let us know how much they love you and that they’re praying for you. Even the Firemen that came to the house to help when all this started have called to check on you. You’ve got a lot of friends Pop. Have you ever met a stranger? Nope…that’s my dad.
I want you to know that there are people praying for you all over the place. And I mean all over the place, Pop. From Pennsylvania, to my church in Apex, to Oklahoma, to your church, through text messages, emails and more, prayers are going up on your behalf. Today alone, we prayed at the hospital at least 4 times as a group, not to mention all the prayers we made individually. So for me, it’s a privilege to pray for MY dad. I know you pray for me.
I gotta tell you a funny thing. I brought my guitar to play for you yesterday. Amanda says it wasn’t loud enough, but I didn’t want to bug everyone on the floor. Anyway, when we were done, we were trying to get you to respond if you liked it. We asked you to wiggle your toe. You didn’t. When I asked if you didn’t like it, you wiggled your toe. Always the funny man…that’s my dad!
Today, you made my day. I needed something from you, dad. Something bigger than anything I’ve ever asked for. Something bigger than anything you’ve ever given me. I needed my dad to look at me. I needed to see your eyes Pop (You opened them for Ted, but we’ll talk about that later. :-) I’d asked you to open them yesterday, but you didn’t. I really needed this today Dad. Really.
And Pop, like you alway have, you came through. When you heard my voice and Amanda’s voice, you turned your head our way and opened your eyes. That was the best gift you could have given me at that moment. I will never forget it.
But now, I want more. Just like a kid, ain’t it? Give ‘em a gift, and they want more. But hey, just like when we used to go to Red Lobster as a kid, and you told me to order anything I wanted (probably a statement you regretted later), I want to go big.
Jesus said ”If you ask anything in My name, I will do it.” His Father is my Father, so I’m swinging for the fences dad. I want to see you talking Pop. I want to have a conversation with my dad, and tell you how much I love you. I want you to squeeze my hand when I ask. I want you to come home with us.
It’s a lot, I know…but my God is a great big God. And I know He loves me and you. So I’m asking.
I love you Pop. See you tomorrow…
OH. MY. WORD.
I started crying as soon as I saw the picture (the one at the top of this post) so you can imagine the condition I was in after reading this.
But then… a Christmas Miracle.
Dad woke up.
ANOTHER NOTE TO DAD - Read Matt’s second letter to Dad.
He not only woke up but woke up with very little memory loss.
And not only with very little memory loss (which is getting better by the day) but very few physical issues as well!
In the days since, Dad has more than made up for any lack of response earlier. Far surpassing all the Doctor’s expectations.
I snapped this picture of Dad this past June just as he was off to traipse through a field inspecting a property with a client. He’s a Realtor.
Armed with Off, a Diet Mt. Dew, Electrical taped jeans around a pair of 50+ year old boots from his Army days and dryer sheets in his sleeves and pockets to ward off the ticks and chiggers.
Just a normal day in the life of my Dad.
This Christmas Season as we celebrate the Birth of Our Savior, Jesus Christ, we are also celebrating our own God Given Christmas Miracle.
Dad is scheduled to go home Christmas Eve.
So, yes, we believe in miracles. And we’re so very thankful and grateful for our miracle this Christmas.
Wishing all of you a Wonderfully Blessed Christmas full of God’s presence and peace.
And the knowledge that God is here for You and “…is able to do immeasurably more than we ask or imagine…” Ephesians 3:20