My dad and my wife never quite saw eye to eye, but when he fell into a coma after an accident, she was always by my side at the hospital. We would bring flowers and spend hours talking to him, hoping that he could somehow hear us.
As he slowly began to regain consciousness, we were eager to hear about his experiences while he was asleep. In a weak voice, he said, “Your wife was here,” and looked directly at Leah, my wife. It was a moment that caught us off guard, and we weren’t quite sure what to make of it.
Throughout his time in the hospital, my dad was more than just a patient – he was our rock, our guiding light, and the person we turned to in times of need. We prayed tirelessly for his recovery, and our hopes were finally answered when he began to show signs of improvement.
It started with a simple gesture – he squeezed my mom’s hand. It was a small act, but it spoke volumes about his determination to fight back. From that moment on, we knew that he was on the road to recovery, and we couldn’t be more grateful.
