My dad was dying of cancer in 1973. We have a large family so on the night he passed on, the family kept a constant vigil. My one brother John, his namesake, was in the military at the time and everyone was waiting for him to come to the hospital. When he arrived, we all left the hospital to get some rest. Well, we came back to the house and made a pot of coffee and were sitting at the kitchen table. I went to the patio door and a blue jay landed on the railing and just sat there and looked directly at me. It was approximately three in the morning and I said to the family, "Daddy just passed away." Sure enough it was true. We now know that it was a miracle. He was just waiting to see his last child, his son John..
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