Thankful for small miracles

Well things have been rough for the last few days and as the hours wore on and my Dad never showed any sign of regaining consciousness, he looked so incredibly poorly. As such, we were advised to start 'making arrangements'. We switched off the medication and decided to let nature take its course while keeping a vigil at his beside.

Imagine my surprise this morning when he suddenly wakes and starts talking. I think it caught everybody on the hop! I quckly phoned my sister, who suspected the phone call was to inform of bad news. You can imagine her reaction when I tell her he is is awake and talking. I suspect this is only a brief respite. Even then, it's such a relief to get the chance to say goodbye to him properly.