In January 2009 my dad was in a very minor car accident. He aspirated from the shock of a teenager hitting the car from behind. Then he passed out. It lead him to go into a coma. At first, he was in and out for a few days then eventually the coma set in and he didn't wake up. Despite there being no brain activity, the times I came into visit him, when he heard my voice, his eyes started to shed tears. I just felt he was trying to wake up to at least say goodbye but just couldn't. He died Mother's day of 2009.
By no means did we have a perfect relationship. He worked a lot. He came home exhausted and irritated. He always said, I wish I could have seen my kids grow up instead of work so much. But, I knew he did love me. He called me, Little Darling.
It was sad when he died but I had a family of my own to take care of so I moved forward as best as I could.
My family was growing and I ended up having a baby girl exactly one year later to his death anniversary. It wasn't planned and especially not for that day... But I always thought it was a weird coincidence. Another, Little Darling. I felt he was smiling down on her when I realized the date.
I always felt bad he didn't get to see her but I still felt they had a connection due to the dates in some way.
A few years later, the last baby of our family was born in 2014. Another girl. After the hubbub of delivery the Doctors left and my family and husband went home. It was a hectic day and I was glad to be alone in peace and quiet. Even the nurses were giving me a much needed break. I was happy to finally grab my last newborn babe and give her a snuggle. Just her and me.
I looked up and there in front of me was the outline of my father in the reflection of a mirror on the other side of the room facing my hospital bed. He was standing in the mirror. It was his height. His build. His head slightly down. I could tell by the outline of his face he was smiling. I'd know my father anywhere. It was him. His features were all hazy and the interior of his body was hard to see but the external shape and outline of his body was there. I just knew he was there to see the last Little Darling.
It lasted about 3 minutes then it faded away. The room seemed a little more somber after that. I said out loud, Goodbye Daddy. I didn't feel l would be seeing him again in this life. I gave my new Little Darling a kiss for him.