the Saturday before Easter of 1982, as I was doing my ironing, when I received
a phone call from my daughter-in-law telling me that my son had had an accident
and had been taken to the hospital. She was unsure of the seriousness of
his injuries but described to me what had happened. She, her son, her brother,
and my son and a friend of his who was in the Air Force with him had gone
to the beach. They were on a peer when my son and his brother-in-law started
discussing diving in. My son apparently pushed his brother-in-law out of
the way and dove in. When he did not surface, they ran off the peer and
down to the beach area where he was recovered unconscious and from there
taken to the hospital.
I hung up and called the hospital where my son had been airlifted to. I spoke with one of the nurses who proceeded to tell me that they had done an EEG and that my son had "no brain activity" and did I understand what that meant ? I explained that I too was a nurse and understood exactly what she was saying.
I called my brother to let him know what had happened and to see about borrowing money so I could fly to Florida and be with my son. We both flew out that night, and when we arrived the next morning we were met at the airport by relatives who took us to the hospital. Even being a nurse and having worked in ICU, I was not prepared for seeing my son lying there on life support. In my heart I knew it was only a matter of time. I prayed then with all my heart and continued praying through the ordeal of waiting that God's will done. That if possible to restore my son, to let him live. But that if my son was not to live, then please give me the strength to deal with whatever His will was.
On the following Friday, my son passed away at about 4:00 am. That evening a friend of his asked me if I would like to go down to the beach, and since my son and I both loved the beach, I agreed. My brother came with us. We were all walking and talking, when my brother said, "I feel like Dale is out there somewhere watching us." And I too had the same feeling.
After going home and going to bed, I had almost dosed off to sleep when I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. At first I was a little startled but immediately realized there was no one there. Then a very calm feeling came over me, and I heard my son tell me, "I am all right, and you are going to be all right...." Then his hand slowly slid off my shoulder. I was filled with a feeling of peace that I had never felt before and have not felt since. I believe in my heart, it was God's way of letting my son tell me good-bye. It was also God's answer to my prayer....He was giving me the strength to deal with my son's passing.
The next day I told my brother about it, and he said he was sure my son would surely have done this if he he could have. I know that he did. For a long time I was reluctant to tell anyone, because I felt they would think I was just imaging it under the stress. But I know it was true and was an answer to my prayers. With time I have come to share this miracle with many other parents whom I have met and who have also lost children.
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