I exchanged readings with a fellow medium today from my development circle. It was so fun and uplifting and I’ve been in a reading hiatus since my shoulder surgery two weeks ago. It felt good to get back to business. After the readings, we got to chatting because of some of the things that came up during the reading. Plus, I talk a lot. Stop me if you've heard that one before. It led me to tell an amazing story that I know you will all appreciate.
I may have alluded in a previous post that while my mother's illness and later passing was a nightmare, there were also lots of magical things that happened during that time. This is one of those stories.
When my mom first got sick, it was a literal crap shoot as to what was wrong with her. She went from perfectly healthy, vital and active to struggling to walk, talk and balance within a very short time. She was also on vacation in Florida when her illness really escalated and she ended up at the emergency room accompanied by her best friends with whom she was traveling within a few days of her arrival. I arrived in Orlando the following day, and my brothers and stepfather were not far behind.
Because the doctors weren't sure what was happening, they needed to rule out viral things like meningitis. Therefore, anyone in her room had to don a mask and shield. I was steaming that puppy up like nobody's business. We also couldn't touch her which felt weird and awkward too. Fortunately, this mask and shield business only lasted a day or so and soon enough, we were able to hug her and get close to her. Right around that time, her communication really got labored as well.
So, maybe 5 days in, my older brother and I were sitting in her room while she was resting. We still had no diagnosis and she continued to get sicker each day. While we sat, researching and updating people at home, I received a text from a dear friend with a link to a prayer and article about Archangel Raphael. I was not very familiar with Raphael but the article indicated he was the healing angel and that he could help us. I read this aloud to my brother, who for the record is an Engineer, including the accompanying prayer. Side note, Raphael means "God heals" or "He who heals" in Hebrew.
Within moments, and I mean possibly seconds, a short older man came in Mom's room. He was a Chaplain at the hospital and was there to offer Holy Communion. Mom was still sleeping so we suggested a blessing instead to which he obliged. He indicated he was a priest from a nearby church and when he learned we were in from out of town, he handed us a bulletin so we might attend mass. (Full disclosure, we were raised Catholic. Neither of us is a regular church goer however so at this point we were just being polite.) We thanked him for his time and the blessing. My brother took the bulletin and was surprised to see the priest's parish was St. John Vianney. There is a church at home of the same name where my grandfather, my Mom's father, who had passed just 7 months earlier was a regular. Not only was he a daily church goer, he volunteered in many capacities and was very supportive of that parish. We both looked a little startled at the "coincidence" and as the priest turned to leave, I noticed his name tag revealed he was Father Raphael.
I don't know for sure, but it's possible my mouth was hanging open when I connected those dots. Even the Engineer seemed a little stunned. Mom, however, really didn't even wake up. I am not even going to try and make assumptions about what happened there. That is up to the discretion of each reader.
I will say that it was one of the most magical, not coincidental things that happened during those weeks Mom was in that hospital. Was this strange little experience meant to set the stage for what was to come? Maybe. Was it my grandfather's way of letting us know he was with us, helping from the other side? Maybe. Was it simply Archangel Raphael coming in because we said his prayer? Maybe. It could have been all of those things and none of them. I cannot speak for the rest of my family but all I know is that the magic that ensued in those dark days forever changed me.
Shortly thereafter, we received a diagnosis. Granted, it was the wrong diagnosis which would take weeks to unravel, and would require calling in connections that had not yet been made, calling upon strangers who would ultimately change the course of our mother's life, as well as our own. In fairness, it would take not one, but many acts of God to land this plane. At that time, we had no idea the mountains we would climb. So thank you Father Raphael for visiting us that day and shining some light in our darkness.
I have said it before and I will say it again, WE ARE ALL CONNECTED. You may send a text today, or smile at one person and it may impact their entire life forever. Be kind if you can. If you can't, just be quiet. Remember that as you move through your days and shine light where this a need - and right now, that is every single day.