dad and my wife never got along, but when he had an accident and fell into coma, she always accompanied me to the hospital.
We would bring flowers and would spend hours talking to him, hoping he could hear us.
It wasn’t just my wife and I who visited dad. My mom, my daughter, and my brother were also there.
We prayed for his recovery because he was our rock, the most important person in our lives, and someone we could always rely on no matter how hard things got.
Weeks passed by, and just as we started losing hope that he would ever come back, he squeezed my mom’s hand.
It was a good signand the first step towards his full recovery.
Eventually, he woke up from coma.
We couldn’t be prouder of the fighter he was.
