rainy nights like tonight always remind me of the night, now five years ago, when my dad received his second chance at life. we were living in hacienda heights at the time. the call came just after midnight, confirming a car accident and a potential donor, and my parents rushed to the hospital. i remember seeing them off, running to my room, kneeling down, and with butterflies in my stomach, praying to God that this be it. This be what my whole family had been praying for, for the last two years. I remember asking Him to keep my parents safe as they drove to the hospital in Los Angeles.
i went to bed alone that night, woke up the next morning, and as I drove into work, received a call from my mom. My dad was going into surgery, preparing for the transplant. I wished him luck over the phone… his voice so faint and weak, but a hopefulness in it I had not heard before. i am sure my dad was as scared as i was, although he tried to laugh it off in his gentle, soft-spoken manner.
i knew i could not work that day. i could not function like a normal human being, knowing my dad was undergoing a 6-hour surgery. i needed to be close to my family. so i called in sick, and i joined my mom at the hospital. we spent time in the chapel praying, meditating, the music so peaceful and soothing…
that’s all i want to remember at this point. but it only takes a rainy night to bring the flood of memories back.