My dad and my wife never got along, but when he had an accident and fell into coma, she always accompanied me to the hospital. We would bring flowers and would spend hours talking to him, hoping he could hear us.

Once he was able to speak, although slowly and not understandably at first, we were eager to learn what he had seen while he wasn’t awake. With a quiet voice, he said, “Your wife was here,” and looked straight at Leah, my wife.

We prayed for his recovery because he was our rock, the most important person in our lives, and someone we could always rely on no matter how hard things got.

Weeks passed by, and just as we started losing hope that he would ever come back, he squeezed my mom’s hand.

It was a good sign and the first step towards his full recovery.