Around two weeks ago my grandfather entered a comatose state most probably due to his black shriveled up lungs, a result of 60 years of smoking. A few days later his organs started to fail on him one by one to the point where he was only deemed ‘alive’ due to a machine whirring and beeping feeding vital nutrients and oxygen to his brain. Understandably my father who hadn’t seen his own father for a little over ten years wanted to be there when they pulled the plug on him and so off my father went and hastily flew to Korea, on the cheapest ticket he could find which involved two flight layovers.
My parents are both extremely devout Christians, they avidly believe in miracles and mystical experiences. They’re the simple kind who thank their God for the sun rising every morning and starve for 3 days every month in a futile attempt to purify their soul…
Anyway fast forward to yesterday around midday, whilst I was brooding around the void like abyss otherwise known as the World Wide Web I received a Skype call from my dearest. Now my father is a very mellow calm fellow, rarely does he raise his voice or stumble on his words, but this call was riddled with stammers, frenzied in nature and ultimately unlike my father.
What I managed to pick up from his mumbled sentences was that his father had regained consciousness and was showing a response to certain stimulus’. My father put the cause of this ‘miracle’ down to his continuous prayers to God begging for at least one conversation with his father before he passed away. My mother who was sat next to me during the call, upon hearing this news plummeted down to her knees and started praising God for this ‘miracle’, my father a thousand miles away across the Atlantic Ocean also started praying.
I remain skeptical.
Cranberries, Cranberries & Cranberries, my new-found love in life, preferably dried but I’m not picky. If each fruit were designated a human experience a Cranberry would definitely represent love.
On a side note I have been given the legal responsibility over a 2 year old girl if by heinous chance both her parents were to die. That’s right, me the 16 year old who’s yet to learn the difference between left and right has been entrusted with the pastoral care of a child.
What must her parents have been thinking!
Josh
10/04/15
Fatherkim 
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