My vision begins alone in a hospital room. I know it is I because looking down I see my body covered by a white sheet and blanket. I am old and my time is at hand. I can't tell you how I know this I just do. My room is dark but I can see well due to the light coming in through my open door. The foot of my bed is facing the door so that I am able to somewhat see outside the room. I am surrounded by a host of monitors and medical support equipment making odd noises but the room is somehow peaceful and serene. I am not afraid. Though I hear voices outside the room I cannot make out what anyone in particular is saying so I am just lying in bed and listening to distant conversations and the occasional routine alarm. I feel the urge to look to my left hand side just above my bed at what I believe to be an EKG or cardiac monitor of some sort. As I am silently looking at the green glow of the lines going up and down in real time the display suddenly flat lines. Surprisingly, I am not alarmed or overly concerned. Almost simultaneously she appears to me from just beyond the room. She is leaning around the side of the door so that all I can see is the top portion of her body. Her small hand is resting on the door facing. This cannot be, I think to myself. Is it ? Can this be my baby girl ? She says one word and one word only... "Daddy"... as if to imply "It's ok... I have come for you... are you ready?" Though the room is dimly lit and I continue to rub my eyes in disbelief, I can see her very clearly indeed and it is her, praise God. It takes me a second or two to sit up in the bed and get to my feet. In this brief moment I never take my eyes off her and am amazed to see her patiently looking directly at me and smiling. I marvel at her big brown eyes as she steps to the center of the doorway revealing all of her perfect self to me and I begin to have this overwhelming, heavenly feeling of joy and jubilation, that man kind could never explain... It is a wonderful and constant rush and I simply cannot wait until I reach her. As I approach I can see now that she has an angelic little crown of fresh cut flowers in her hair... Her beautiful, thick, shining and flowing hair is pulled back ever so slightly to reveal the brilliant heavenly glow of her perfect face. My eyes are much older now but quickly recognize her wonderful faint smirk that hints of childhood mischief. No one can ever know how I've longed to see her face. Though many years have passed she is still eleven and just as I remember her with one exception... She is perfect... without flaw... There is no sign of the terrible illness that took her from me so many years ago. She is absolute perfection in every way... She is forever innocent, forever young, forever pure and still my baby girl. Her small gown is very simple and a soft white. It has sleeveless straps and reaches down to just above her feet. She is barefoot and I stop and stare at her beautiful baby toes... once again just as I remember. As I pause to take her in, the room begins to fill with the most wonderful scents... She smells of an early morning spring rain, a field of blooming buttercups, puppy's breath, home... everything that is good. As I move closer to her, she lifts her hand toward me and at last... I've endured so very many unspeakable memories... so very many never ending days and lonely nights... I've had doctors say things to me that no father should ever hear only to have them echo in my mind through time... I've held my family close and cried so many tears... but at last I take her hand, and everything is ok. I do not wish this upon anyone, but I would endure it all over again for her. She is family. Our precious baby girl, even though her time here was short it was not in vain. She taught me so very much and continues to do so today. All I've ever wanted for all these years is to be near her again and know that she is protected and cared for. Now that we are together... I have long awaited peace. As I take my baby's hand, there is no verbal exchange as you and I know it. There is only communication of the heart. I have no questions for her and she, none of me. All questions have been answered with the simple touch of a hand... Glory be to God... We are holding hands again, just like we did on the way to school every morning so long ago... I am holding her hand and she mine and I am as happy as a father could ever be. As alarms sound and doctors and nurses feverishly rush into my room, behind us we continue to walk down a hospital corridor toward two large wooden doors. Is The Kingdom Of Heaven on the other side ? I simply don't care because I am already in Heaven... Eternity with Kristen Kay.
This vision came to me in a time of need. I did not dream it. I was very much alert and awake. Though awestruck while receiving it, I have the ability to retain every detail. I can play it over and over again, pause it, rewind it.... etc.... just like a recording... It gives me hope and faith... I believe my vision to be divine intervention. Nothing more... nothing less. I believe that Sissy somehow saw my struggle and had it sent to me through God. I will have faith and replay my vision until I am no longer part of this earth. My only prayer is that the ending is accurate.
Maegan & Kristen's Daddy