September 16, 2009
Furthermore, as the resident paranormal type person in my family which readers of this blog know, I get dreams when something important is going to happen. Stubborn dreams that come back often depending on what is going to happen. Before my mother-in-law died earlier this year, I dreamed of her best friend, Ethel, waiting for her. With my dad, I dreamed a few months back of my cousin, Bud, waiting for him. That was why I went out to Ohio this August. Tough trip for a number of reasons but I was glad to make it because I knew the dream meant something was going to happen before the year was out. And as it happens, the night before my dad's stint failure, I couldn't sleep. I remained awake from midnight to 5 in the morning. Why? I don't know. I kept thinking something was going to happen and was wide awake throughout the next day. I was puzzled by it but figured I would find out what was going on. I got a call from my sister yesterday evening to let me know what had happened and then things made sense. Tonight I learned that without Eva arguing with the ambulance driver and forcing them to take my dad to the right hospital, he would have died. Tonight I learned that things happen the way that they happen ... bashert. Meant to be. Truly remarkable.