Christmas Presence
Stories
Shining Moments
Visions Of The Holy In Ordinary Lives
Janice Hammerquist
When my dad passed away unexpectedly, we were shocked, saddened, and overwhelmed. He had been caring for my mother, who was an invalid suffering from emphysema, and we had to hastily decide how to care for her and get her medication figured out. It was a difficult time, as these things always are. We did find a lady to stay with mother so that she could stay at home, rather than go into a nursing home. My dad died in July, and on Christmas Eve, I had gone to stay with my mother so that her caretaker could have Christmas off. My own family was at home celebrating Christmas. I had to leave the festivities at home to spend the night with my mother. As I was sitting there with her, I was down in the dumps, feeling sorry for myself, missing my family, and especially, missing my dad. Suddenly, without any warning, I felt his presence in the room. I didn't see him, as much as feel he was there. He was happy -- I think even laughing, and somehow conveyed to me that all was well. It was very fleeting to me, but very real, and I immediately felt much better. That short moment will always be with me, and it gives me comfort still, as it did sixteen years ago.
When my dad passed away unexpectedly, we were shocked, saddened, and overwhelmed. He had been caring for my mother, who was an invalid suffering from emphysema, and we had to hastily decide how to care for her and get her medication figured out. It was a difficult time, as these things always are. We did find a lady to stay with mother so that she could stay at home, rather than go into a nursing home. My dad died in July, and on Christmas Eve, I had gone to stay with my mother so that her caretaker could have Christmas off. My own family was at home celebrating Christmas. I had to leave the festivities at home to spend the night with my mother. As I was sitting there with her, I was down in the dumps, feeling sorry for myself, missing my family, and especially, missing my dad. Suddenly, without any warning, I felt his presence in the room. I didn't see him, as much as feel he was there. He was happy -- I think even laughing, and somehow conveyed to me that all was well. It was very fleeting to me, but very real, and I immediately felt much better. That short moment will always be with me, and it gives me comfort still, as it did sixteen years ago.

