Monday, March 24, 2008

Insight of the dying

(Early 2001) -- While we are deep in the process of adoption, my grandpa, Cappie, is in hospice care. He’s a stubborn, dear sweet old man who is teaching me about dying. He calls Rob and me “222” because of a sequence in our phone number.

I’ve told Cappie about our quest to become parents, and I’ve I asked that after he dies, if he finds a soul that is looking for a good family to join, to send that soul our way.

The day before he dies, he is in and out of coherence, and he talks about the baby girl in the next bed named "222." She is real, he insists.

I can believe him to be either delusional or prescient. I choose the latter.

(Turns out that at the time, the woman who will soon make us parents is about 6 months pregnant with our daughter, though we do not know of each other. I am convinced that even though our daughter never met Cappie, she had one very important conversation with him.)

6 comments:

LIW (Lady In Waiting) said...

What an unbelievably beautiful story!!

I am not a religious person at all but I do believe that things like what happened with your grandfather do happen.

XOXO

Becky said...

I'm not a believer in "fate" but sometimes things happen that are hard to ignore. :-)

meg said...

I love that story. I have no doubt that Cappie did have an conversation with her. Isn't that cool?

Isn't it pretty to think so said...

thank you for sending the link to this post to me! Beautiful story...I believe they had a conversation, too. What a blessing.
And it is nice to "meet" you, too!

Piccinigirl said...

um, I'm reading all your IMPORTANT posts today...and this one made the little hairs on my head stand straight up.

I do believe that he did indeed meet your daughter...for sure.

:)

Kristi Campbell said...

Wow that is such an amazing story, Lori! Goosebumps!!!