It's just a matter of faith

“A bird perched on a tree is never afraid that the branch will break, because its confidence is not in the branch, but in its own wings.”

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When my father became seriously ill, everyone at home developed a kind of connection with someone on the other side that told us what to do to attract health to Dad. My mother, my brothers and I were alert to any sign, especially, it manifested itself in my older sister and in me, in the three brothers, to a lesser extent, but also.

The voice told us that we should pray at certain times with much concentration and dedication. Sometimes, he asked me to fast and said that fasting creates more strength in prayer. We believed and prayed with great faith and, despite the fact that Dad was dying, our mind was not processing it, to the point that his attending physician, at the Clinic where he was hospitalized, scolded us and accused us of having entered denial.

At my mom's request, he was discharged so that he would end up dying in his home. However, God had other plans and instead of dying, Dad revived. The next day, the doctor came to our house very sorry saying that he had never seen a similar case. Dad had a complication of heart, liver and kidneys at a point of collapse that was irreversible. But, faith moves mountains and Dad got out of that.

Three months later, he decided to go to the Military Hospital of Caracas to seek another medical opinion with doctors from the capital, so "they would not say that the little lamb did not do everything in his hand for his health," he said. But, despite the attention and use of more sophisticated devices, Dad was deteriorating instead of improving. And the time came, after being in that hospital for a month and a half, when one night he died and revived three times. It was horrible to contemplate that scene in which a person suffocates with the liquid stored in his lungs. He literally died, and then returned with wide eyes and tongue out of the oral cavity, looking for air and life.

The strange thing is that several times he spent very bad nights and the next morning, he improved miraculously. But, the morning that followed that night of the three deaths, he woke up and appeared normal, but it was not such because he signed some documents that required his signature to be and he believed he was doing it, but they were only trembling strokes similar to The facts for a child. That morning, a Medical Board treated him and declared that his organs were already collapsed and death would ensue at any moment.

Given this situation, we agreed to transfer him back to our hometown before death occurred so that he died at home and not in a cold hospital. The Military Hospital provided an ambulance with the warning that he was likely to die on the road. I didn't dare to see him die and I didn't want to be an escort in the ambulance, my sister did, and on the way, he said he was hungry, that he wanted to eat Neapolitan-style pasta, with cheese.

The road back home had to be traveled in approximately six hours and the ambulance did it in four ... And he arrived alive! And, he even ate a little of the dish he requested, because his older granddaughter prepared it with much love. That night he slept in his home and death went to another place because he woke up "better." But, it was necessary to take him to the doctor to perform dialysis, because his kidneys no longer worked.

When we called the Military Hospital to request the material for peritoneal dialysis, they could not believe it, it was not possible to stay alive, they said. He returned home from September 2001 and blew out his 65th birthday candle on October 19, against all odds, expressing: "My wish is not secret, my wish is union and Love" and his life was an example. He always joined people, even the most distant family was very close to him for his empathy and affinity with everyone.

I remember that when I saw him better and conscious, curious to know signs from beyond, I asked him if he had not seen or heard anything in the moments when we thought he was dying and he said: "nothing." He looked good, like he had misled death, but a week after his birthday, he went to the bathroom at dawn and fell asleep there, his pacemaker did not take another step. And, he flew with the moon and on his way up he was not alone, other lights accompanied him.

As on the third day, he began to whisper to me. He told me things that looked like messages. Among those messages, he gave me one for an aunt who stayed at home making rosaries for nine days. He said something like this: "Tell Mary I saw what she did, but I don't take care of that. Prepare a floral arrangement and give it to her." I fulfilled his order to the letter and when I said his message to the aunt, wife of his elder brother, he began to cry and retired to his room. I later learned that she returned the money she found, cleaning Dad's room, money she used to put on stockings and no one had noticed her guilt. I don't know if it was that or something that only they knew.

The following week was "Day of the Dead". Before noon, I washed my clothes and said, "I will give these black blouses to my sister because I am not going to dress in mourning and she will." In that, I hear a chorus of weeping voices: "And why ... why?" And I, regardless of the unusual situation, replied: "I do not think that clothing determines pain for the loss of a loved one, it seems like a social convention and I am too rebellious to join certain traditions." For a moment, I kept hearing the same lament softly in my ear: "Why ... why?" It was twelve noon and I tried to distract myself by making a floral arrangement to take him to the cemetery, where we all agreed to meet.

Around four in the afternoon, I prepared myself and went to the cemetery. But when I went downstairs I heard the chorus of female voices again, "Why, why? ... Why, why? And there I got scared! I hurried with the chorus in my ears. I arrived at the Garage to take out the car and my hands were shaking, I could not put the key in the lock, but then I heard my dad's voice: "Take it easy!" he said, "those are unfortunate souls, do not fear, they cannot harm you" And I felt peace, my nerves calmed down and I no longer heard them.

For several weeks, he talked to me and I dreamed it. I looked for him in dreams and he dodged me, he told me that I shouldn't go to him, that he was always with us, that I should trust. But I was not satisfied. My spirit was looking for him. The first time I found him in the hereafter, he was in a place where the light that reigned was blue and there were many like him, motionless, following a kind of quadrangular formation. I walked among them and got to where my father was, with my hands crossed in front and my head down; They were all like that.

When I stood by his side, he said he shouldn't be there. He took me gently by the arm and accompanied me to the exit. There were people waiting to enter and I recognized one of my sisters-in-law among those people and I said to my dad: "Look, there is Nancy, she also came to see you". And he replied: "Do not approach her, she is not here for me, she will be next to come. Everyone has their time and this should not be altered. It is not good that you are here. The Supreme knows when and where, it's just a matter of faith, you have to learn to trust and not waste your ability to fly. "

I left, but I woke up with the feeling of wanting more. My love made me stubborn and I would surely see him again, in that I put my faith. And I discovered that dreams are another reality in which we continue to live, even after death, so we'll see each other from dream to dream... The love is infinite.