My mother kept saying for weeks leading up to her surprise emergency double bypass 🚑🩸❤️‍🩹 last week , that my dad and my brother kept coming to her in her dreams. Today when she got discharged, we spoke about this. She told me how she’s still in awe of how near death or a heart attack she was every day. Her only symptoms she was having that was concerning her was a real shortness of breath. For over a year now she said at night it felt like an angel would come into her room and breathe the sweetest, coldest air on her face and all of a sudden she could breathe. She described it like an ocean breeze. Do I think it could be my father? I do believe that people who once loved another in this life, create a special bond even on the other side. My dad was a fisherman, a boats man and a man who once risked succumbing to a ruptured pacemaker from his chest to go fishing instead. He duct taped his chest shut, went fishing and then voluntarily admitted himself the next day. He was a crazy SOB. Pretty fearless. My parents separated not long after the above picture my sister sent me just two days ago. (1 of maybe 8) photos I have of my parents together. I feel my parents believed they belonged together, and in the beginning it was highly romantic. Even in death my mom says he was the love of her life, and she put her fingers from a kiss to this first picture when I shared it with her today. I think crisis, my dads own heart disease, his anger of being sick and many things pushed them apart in spite of love. I think this is why when people are deep in love they still can have a hard time supporting one another. I know my mom left because they began hurting one another and that had to be painful because I know their relationship began with a lot of promise. (Continued in comments 👇🏽)