About a year ago as we celebrated my father’s birthday, we were waiting for our food to come to us when my father started to tell us a story about his youngest brother. My uncle the youngest sibling of my father had been sick for many years and his health had been deteriorating as time went by. At this point in time he was going through a very tough time to a point where the doctors were saying that there was nothing else that could be done and that the family needed to start preparing for the worst.

As we all knew that he had been struggling with his health for years and trying to understand what the doctors were telling the family the sense of resignation was taking over the whole family from siblings to spouse to children and all the nephews that knew what was eventually going to happen.

As the youngest member of my father’s siblings, even though he is in his late 60’s, he is still the baby of the family.

My aunts and uncles took turns to visit and accompany him in this very difficult moment and try to give him some comfort during this time.

As a few days went by and everyone saw how my uncle’s health was very critical as many of his organs were starting to fail. And as my dad said, you could tell he was in very bad shape.

As my dad described him.

” He could not open his eyes, his skin color was grayish and it was like it was not him”

As my dad described in detail how his little brother physically looked, my dad was was able to convey the pain he felt from seeing his little brother suffer through this.

My mom and dad were preparing to go on a trip to visit my brother and before they took the trip, my dad went to visit my uncle knowing that this might be the last time he would see him.

He arrived at the hospital and saw that his condition worsened every day again confirming what the experts were saying and forecasting.

As my father spent what he thought were the last moments with his brother, he felt that overwhelming emotion of thinking that this person in front of him was soon leaving this world.

As the visiting hours expired and the nurse came in to inform the visitors that it was time to leave, my dad asked if he could have a few moments alone with him to say goodbye.

When he was left alone with his brother, my father, being a normal person with great faith, placed his hand on his brother and asked God to do his will on his brother.

He faithfully asked him to either take him and end his suffering or keep him here and make him better.

As my dad described what he did, he was very emotional as tears came to his eyes remembering those moments and putting all trust in God, conveying to us that feeling of gratitude and maybe felt unworthy of experiencing something so wonderful.

After asking God for his help, he wiped his tears and said goodbye to his brother.

Next morning when my dad woke up, he was doing his normal morning stuff, when he heard the phone ring. Immediately he thought the worse expecting to hear that his brother had passed.

When he picked up and heard the voice of one of his sisters, for a split second he thought to himself “this is the call”.

However my aunt starting to tell my dad that my uncle, had opened his eyes, started to move a little more, sat up and asked for some food because he was hungry and wanted to eat.

My dad was confused because he saw his condition just the day before and it was nowhere close to what she was saying.

The following days my mom and dad left on their trip and could not visit my uncle he just was getting updates from his siblings.

The days went on and everyday my uncle got better and stronger to a point that he was well enough to walk out of the place where he was being cared for.

The doctors could not explain what happened and how he all of a sudden started to heal when his health was so bad.

And as we try to find explanation to these events we might go crazy trying to make sense of all of this and understand it.

It’s been about a year since this happened and now my uncle, who was considered to be at the end of his life, is now getting healthier and living his normal life.

Now there are so many ways you can try to explain this, but what I know is that the faith that was exhibited was huge and accepting certain outcomes even though it might not meet our needs, it’s something that we need to work on.

I have not tried or need to have an explanation for this event, I just take a moment to enjoy the experience.

Why did he get better?

We will never know, but what I learned is that having complete faith in God and trusting and accepting his will is the best thing we can do to give us peace.

I wanted to write about this because it is something that validates my faith even more and that sometimes even impossible situations are somehow made possible when you truly let go and trust that things will be OK. I wanted to share with as many people that might struggle to accept difficult circumstances, and hopefully plant a little seed of faith within you.

One of the things I am certain about is that when you have faith that everything will work out , it will work out.

E.Luna