5+ years after the stroke

On 1st of May 2023, I met some friends who had family struggling with recovery from stroke. The chat prompted me to write this post to encourage those connected with stroke patients that there is indeed hope for recovery post stroke. Early intervention is best but late intervention is better than no intervention. During this 5+ years recovery journey, I have met other strokees who have recovered. Please do feel free to share with anybody in need. The stroke struck me on 6th October 2018 ( please refer to the previous post. https://musingsdebbie.blogspot.com/2019/07/a-stroke-of-genius-and-stroke-of-love.html.) What are the things I can do with ease and what limitations are still with me? Definitely the one thing that surprised and pleased me was taking up water colour painting. I wrote about this on the blogpost Romancing my soul at https://musingsdebbie.blogspot.com/2020/. I have since then, framed some paintings and six paintings adorn our walls whilst some have been given to friends.

Another source of pleasure is improvement on my ping pong games, thanks to several dedicated and caring ping pong sifus; namely Reachman Lim and his wife Shirlyn Lim and Trixie Ch'ng all at Eco Warriors. They patiently drill me and other. I am just so happy to see the improvement and have great joy in playing. Our Sunday evenings are for ping pong and dinner with the ping pong group.

My current number of days where I walked 10 k steps daily is 806 days on 1st May 2023. Before the stroke, I didn't really bother about this and after the stroke, one of the first things I had to do was to learn to walk steadily without leaving my shoes behind. 2019 records a 31 days streak, 2020 records a 33+ 22 = 55 days streak. I did not take records for 2021 and 2022 but the accumulated days of 10k steps is 806 days. I cycle regularly and try to make 25 km a week.

I took up sour dough baking during the early days of the pandemic lockdown. It is an art and science and both mind and hands must be engaged to feel the the activity level of the starter, texture of the dough,the temperatures of kitchen, fridge and oven settings.

I spend time gardening. The early days of the lockdown also saw me learning and teaching basic Biblical Hebrew and again there was much joy at learning a new language and understand Biblical perspectives better.

Before the pandemic post stroke, I travelled under supervision with family and friends to Israel, Jordan, Japan, Thailand, Canada, USA. Post pandemic I travelled around Peninsula Malaysia and went on several trips to interior Sabah - Pitas, Kudat area and also to Semporna and Tawau. We then went to Sydney in 2022 and Melbourne in 2023 and also made several trips to Thailand. So I am have recovered well enough to travel far and wide and I travelled alone home from Tawau.

In January 2022, I started a fully online course - Master in Eduation. I chose the fully online version because I didn't know how long the pandemic was going to last and I did not want to risk my health nor the health of my 4-generation family. The stroke actually put off all thoughts of studying formally again since I had to learn to walk, write,drive, bike and other basic functions. I certainly did not want to stress myself and face the risk of another stroke. However I am pleased to report I am doing well in this course despite being the oldest ( in my batch) and that my brain neural recovery is on track. I am so happy to receive 92.94% for the recent assignment of April 2023.

What are the effects I still have from the stroke? My right arm is super sensitive to temperature changes, I often wear a sleeve over it to prevent the cold feeling. My right hand is not as dextrous as beforeand writing things down clearly requires far more time compared to previously I am grateful to the Lord Jesus Chrst for this recovery.Mentally I think I am stronger than before. Physically I am doing activities I did not carry out before. I am grateful to friends and family who visit and supported me during the recovery period.

My dear husband Jason has been the strong support through this crisis.

What a change from the days when I was first admitted to Putrajaya hospital. .

Reasons for joy with family. Thank you Lord. My cup overflows

Training Teachers and Students to learn Hands-On, Heads -On and Hearts-On.

My reflections on early childhood led me to an incident where my dad had bought me a fascinating magical toy. I took the toy apart in an attempt to understand how the magic worked and never was able to put it back again in the original condition so that was the end of my toy. So all my life, I have got the "itchy" Hands syndrome. I never really understand something unless I get my hands on it. The first official school I was posted to SMSS Sekolah Menengah Sains Selangor was a fully residential premier science school. Here they had 6 fully equiped science labaratories. They had the apparatus to conduct every single experiment and activity found in the textbooks. It was very good for me as here I received proper excellent hands-on training in conducting science experiments. My next school SMK Padang Tembak was a day school surrounded by Malay villages, police quarters and migrant settlements.In all honesty and without disrespect in any way, the majority of the students came to school more to socialise than to study.There was no way to get their attention unless.... they had fun learning via experiments, activities and competitions. We did many fun competitions; who could hold up the tallest inverted container filled with water without the water spilling out; who could support the most weights using a suction pump, build the best water rockets etcetera. We certainly had hands-on and hearts-on fun times but the cognitive heads-on learning was more challenging. But when ICT came in to the Malaysian schools system, the kids created beautiful and interesting personalised powerpoints that had slides showing them conducting the experiments and activities as well as the explaination needed to score the marks for the examination. It was here I saw how the hands-On learning engaged the heart and finally the heads-on cognitive learning clicked and they experienced learning in all 3 aspects of pyschomotor, affective and cognitive.And so through the next 2 schools and post retirement, I realized teaching and learning the entire human being with the hands-On, Heads-On and Hearts-On skills to be more meaningful.

During the pandemic, implementing this via Zoom seemed challenging but I had some happy times still. I was asked by Jimmy and Wee Lai of Starfish Foundation to purchase scientific lab apparatus and equipment for SK Methodist Kapit. It took some time and effort to source the apparatus and send them to Kapit. I decided to also purchase the lap equipment for my own use in my house since i could not go down to Kl to borrow lab apparatus as be fore. I did several sessions online with SK Methodist Kapit Science teachers.

Somehow I find great joy in teaching in this style ad the response of the learners are very encouraging.

January 2023. I decided to go island hopping from Semporna in Sabah with Loo Kee in December as I had an air ticket that had to be redeemed before 15th January 2023. It was however with some trepidation as I was just recovering from a left knee injury. Soon after, an invitation to teach 1 day in Tawau Vision School came as I had taught them last year in January 2022 via Zoom. There was even more trepidation. I prayed and asked friends to pray that I continue to recover and would have the strength to teach 2 slots for students and 2 slots for teachers. I was fearful that if the pain struck me, I would spoil the trip for Loo Kee and also I would be unable to do the program in the school. My redeemed ticket allowed me a baggage limit of 35 kg. It was great as it allowed me to bring in about RM3500/-++ worth of science apparatus ( paid for by the school) in a big red suitcase as it was difficult for them to purchase apparatus in Tawau. The weight was more cause for trepidation but I heard God's reassurances. Two boys from Tawau Vision school met us at the Tawau airport and ferried the lab suitcase so I did not have to handle the bulky suitcase anymore in our travels to Semporna 106 km away. God has certainly been faithful. I did not need to wear any knee braces during the 6 days despite doing 6 snorkeling sessions a a fair bit of walking. I only used my TENs machine once on the last night.I used the Eli cream when needed only. We saw 3+ 6+2 turtles in the 7 islands hopping! The last day was the Tawau training. It started early with Chuu Wei picking me up at 6.15 am. I am amazed and happy at how God 'adjusted and steered' each session. The physics slot was ' shortened' because the Powerpoint I saved was truncated but the timing was perfect. The science slot was ' lengthened' as there was no LCD in the lab so we focussed totally on the 15 teachers learning hands-on, heads-on and hearts on skills. I was most concerned for the teachers session as we had teachers from primary, secondary n international section. Also apart from their diverse backgrounds, I had a very short time ( 45 mins) because I had to rush for my flight back. God gave the idea to get the science teachers ( 4 groups) to demonstrate 4 different experiments to the other teachers. Normally that takes a longer time for people who have just learnt the skills ( from 12 - 2.30 pm) to demostrate ( 2.45 - 3.30 pm) but they knew my time constraints and they sportingly, quickly and happily demonstrated what they just learnt and we all enjoyed the ' students- teachers centred ' approach. When I unpacked my bags last night, I found a delightful thank you card from Tawau Vision school. My lab apparatus suitcase - empty of apparatus - was now filled with seafood goodies - gifts from the school.

Painting Therapy In Romancing My Soul.

Professor Rebecca Robin started 10 of us on this journey called "Walk Me Home Safely." The course would help us prepare for the second leg of our life. In view of the fact my father had just passed away and I saw how important it was to walk him home safely, I quickly signed up for the course. There are many components of the course I enjoyed but my top favourite has to be this unit called " Romancing My Soul." This means picking up an activity that we have always wanted to do but never did actually. Picking up that activity is to indulge our soul what we have always rationally deny it. We do not want to be filled with regret we for not fulfilling our bucket list while on death bed. I wrote down several activities I wanted to pick up - watercolour painting, dancing, Mandarin .... And so I began my foray into watercolour painting.

I found on Youtube many tutorials on how to paint. What did I want to paint seems to be the bigger issue. I also didn't know where to buy watercolour paints, papers, brushes and other accessories of watercolour painting. I started by doodling pictures of flowers - something I enjoyed doing from childhood. While doodling, I remembered that as a child I often "borrowed" my father calligraphy brush and ink and copy some of the Chinese scroll paintings he liked to hang in our family home.We didn't have much money when I was a child and painting black, white and grey pictures were the cheapest form of painting. I have now learnt where to buy the needed materials at cheaper prices ( with glee ) from online sources of course. In the Malaysian school syllabus, Art is no longer compulsory once we finish Form 3 for Pure Science students so unless you were gifted in Art ( which I was not), we no longer had the pleasure of painting therapy. However in my career as teacher, senior assistant and school principal, I would intentionally walk through classes when the students were painting and enjoyed the lovely pieces done by the students and teachers. Initially I painted many watercolor floral pieces. I found Shayda Campbell loose floral pieces very loose and very forgiving. That first pic up there is painting while copying from a piece Shayda Campbell painted. I found myself very much relaxed after I painted - I slept better.

In this very first picture I painted, I had wanted to paint violet lavender stalks but my basic 12 paint box didnt have lavender colour and the brushes I had were too big. Yet somehow I liked this play of different colour intensity created by the watercolour and the one brush I had then. So the lavender became ahem ... bluebells. One morning I awoke with a dream of a horizontal sprig of cherry blossom. I googled all the pics on cherry blossoms sprigs but i found only vertical and diagonal sprigs. In desperation I quickly painted out what I saw in my dream before it eluded my memory. After I completed the painting, I decided to add some Mandarin words and gifted it to my mum. Honestly the writing of the Mandarin words were way way more difficult than painting and I used many stickers to stick over my bad Chinese handwriting. When Mum recieved my gift, she was concerned she would get it dirty or creased so she asked me to laminate it. That request started me on a foray with shops that did the lamination service. To my delight, I found a nice shop in Cyberjaya that could print lovely little cards from my paintings.

There was a day in September where I fasted for 24 hours. I painted 3 pictures that day and painting made me forget I was fasting. That to me is wonderful as I have a voracious appetite for food. Lately I have been painting landscapes pics by Karen Rice. For reasons unknown or basically due to lack of skill, my paintings looked quite different from whatever I try to copy. I learned I can afford to be different and I can make it different according to how i feel within me. Yes, I like the way painting empowers me to be the boss of my picture. Can you spot the differences between the two pictures below?

My sister in law has taken two of my paintings to be framed for my 92 year old father in law. A friend took one picture to be framed for our common friend. I feel as though some pictures call out to me to me to be painted. Everytime I looked at bluebells pictures - it was as if they call out to me - "Paint me paint me." I loved processing feelings and thoughts. I think about the direction of the light source in the picture. I think about the focus of the picture. When I finally painted the path of bluebells wild flowers through the woods, it helped me work through the sadness i first felt. Then as I ended the picture, I was able to change the direction of the light source and I was also able to blot through some major mistakes and change the direction of the path that led through the woods. It gave me a great sense of empowerment to be able to blot through some major mistakes and yet create a picture that did not looked like it had mistakes. My feelings also changed. I become more aware of my subconscious and my unconscious parts of my soul. Indeed I am romancing my soul. I loved working through the bluebells picture so much I decided to get it framed for myself.

I find myself giving myself more time to process my thoughts and feelings as I paint. I like the inner reflections especially if it is of things I am not aware of. I like the slowing down process as I paint. Another change I like is learning to persuade others. I usually don't bother to persuade people much but lately as I begin to think how to change the path or the light source or the focus of the painting, I also begin to think how people's perspective can be changed. Hmmm .. I really like the changes that have come as I paint. We only just begun ...

Terminally ill.

Terminally ill! Dad had aggressive incurable liver cancer. His days were numbered! Doctors told us it could be as short as 6 more days and 5 months at the most! The news hit our family like a bomb! We had no idea what to do. The following is a rough chronological record of the 7 weeks we spent with Dad before he went home to glory.

It is my desire that through this record, readers will be better prepared to help loved ones through a terminal journey. There were many unexpected beautiful family reconciliation moments during this painful journey. These last 7 weeks was Dad’s last lap and definitely his best lap! 

1st July 2020:   Our family heard the doctors' diagnosis. Dad was discharged the next day.  The treatment and medication recommended by 4 doctors differ. We were confused as to what medication and treatment to best use for Dad. However, several of the doctors told us we should let Dad know his terminal disease as soon as possible although they did not tell us why.

I texted several doctor friends to ask for advice. Two doctor friends very kindly called me back to advise me on Dad's condition. A church friend Cheng Yee (CY)who was a retired head matron from the UK texted me to advise that the Selayang palliative care unit could be very helpful in this final journey with Dad based on her experience with other cases. That night, I researched on palliative care in Malaysia and found out that indeed the key trainer for palliative care Dr. Richard Lim is based in Selayang Hospital. Dr. Richard Lim was responsible for training palliative teams in 20+ other hospitals in Malaysia in this field. He is also one of 3 key trainers in palliative care in South East Asia. 

3rd July: Dad had very intense pain at about midnight. He told the family he would rather die if he had to deal with such intense pain. It was traumatic for us to see Dad suffering because the painkiller worked only after 40 minutes. Meanwhile, my daughter Sue Ann contacted her doctor friends for more advice. I asked the Yeong family to pray that Dad and mum would consider going to the palliative care unit at the government Selayang hospital as our family always strongly preferred the private hospitals. My youngest sister Irene helped to get a referral letter to Selayang Hospital early that morning.       

Since we did not know how to manage if dad had another pain attack that weekend, I intended to persuade my dad to try SPCU. Mum immediately stopped me, saying dad would never consider a government hospital. Dad however told mum he wanted to hear me out. To my surprise, after I had shared calls and texts from my doctor friends and my research on Dr. Richard Lim, dad agreed to go.

At the hospital, Dr. Loke spoke to dad in Mandarin and examined him while another doctor keyed in notes and information from the medical letters. Later Dr. Richard Lim also examined dad and put him at ease by speaking in Hokkien.  We received the medication and instructions on how to care for dad. We reached home in time for lunch that day. On the same day, I received a call from Hospice Malaysia in Cheras (HMC). They made an appointment to visit dad. At this point, we had not disclosed the actual terminal situation to him.

That first visit to register ahead with Selayang PCU is important. This allows the doctors to key in all the data about Dad’s medical condition based on physical assessment, medical reports, and scans from his earlier doctors. Registering meant I could call their careline during working hours and speak to a doctor and ask for medical advice. In these 7 weeks, I have called the palliative team more than 25 times. Each time I spoke directly to doctors and received immediate competent advice.  Registering also allowed dad immediate access to palliative daycare during office hours without the long queues associated with most government hospitals.

5th July Sunday: CY visited our family at home in Setapak. She taught our whole family how to handle Dad's medication. We made carefully handwritten notes on the printed notes printed for every single sibling. She advised us to draw up a duty roster (married siblings) to assist the main caregivers - my brother Chai and his wife Kuan who lived with parents. Her professional help made us feel more confident.

Family learning up Dad's medication and treatment from Cheng Yee.

Dad's initial 10 medication clearly labeled

                                                  Handwritten notes on Dad's medication help us

Dad’s major pain episodes reduced visibly after that first visit. We were taught to always ask him what his pain level was and to administer painkiller at level 5 as it would take some time for the painkiller to take effect. Dad’s energy level improved and his earlier breathlessness had disappeared.

A few days later we noticed the swelling on his feet and legs gradually increased.  I called SPCU care line and spoke to Dr. Cindy Teoh. She taught me how to give the necessary medication to reduce the swelling but told me it would take some days before the swelling would go down. 

The swelling rose up from the feet upwards

9th July 2020.     Dad’s feet and scrotum swelled and the urination issues made him miserable. We decided to take dad to Selayang hospital to resolve it. At the hospital, Dr. Cindy talked to me at length about the importance of letting Dad know that his condition is terminal while he was still lucid enough to decide what he wanted to do to put his affairs in order. She said he (big boss mentality) in particular would be absolutely frustrated to find out his condition is terminal when it is too late for his body and mind to do anything. 

Earlier that week, we had tried several times to tell Dad about his terminal situation but we chickened out at the crucial point. So I told my brother Meng we have to try to tell Dad again and he had to be there to help me. So that Friday night, after dinner, we sat Dad down at his office table and finally managed to tell him the bad news that his disease was incurable. What was Dad's response?

He announced he wanted us to take family photos and he instructed me to put it up on his favorite media -Facebook. He announced he wanted to have a family dim sum breakfast on early Saturday morning. Normally I would shy away from early dim sum breakfast in view of the distance from Cyberjaya but in view of the fact that we had limited time and opportunities to take dim sum breakfasts with Dad - I quickly agreed and rallied the extended Tan family to join the breakfast. We also re-started our old family ritual of Sunday dinners that weekend.

Dad requested for a family photo moments after
he knew he had limited days to live. 

Family morning dim sum

4 generational family Sunday dinner ritual re-started. 

Why do we have to tell the patient he is terminal? Can we ignore the elephant in the room? Why not? The doctors’ medication can ease physical pain but there is no medication to ease emotional pain. Often patients who have not yet resolved emotional issues hold painfully on to life. They lived on in misery (both them and their family members) even though their bodies cannot function anymore.

When I told Dad this, he understood immediately. Dad began reaching out to reconcile with many family members. I have never seen Dad (the big boss) apologized to anyone but during this period, Dad’s heart was tender and he apologized and forgave. The emotional reconciliation and forgiveness was the most beautiful part of our painful journey. And Dad told us painful stories of his childhood – stories he had never told us for 87 years. Emotional healing came to him and us as he shared these stories.

Over the next few weeks, the swelling in dad’s feet and scrotum reduced completely, but his phlegm got thick and sticky. Hospice nurse, Bazilah, recommended using a nebulizer, kindly loaned to us by hospice. We learned how to use it effectively. Dad told us very clearly he did not want to die in the hospital alone and we were to nurse him at home as long as possible. 

My siblings rallied around dad, taking turns to feed Dad medication, monitor his temperature, blood pressure, bowel movement, sleep patterns, and reporting it in our siblings’ chat group with Chai and Kuan bearing the bigger burden as they lived with Dad.  I keyed in the data in my excel sheet. If there was a new issue that we did not know how to address, I would call both SPCU and also HMC. The tremendous competent medical support available through phone calls was a great relief to me and my family.

When the swelling on his feet was gone, dad regained balance and mobility and started exercising on the balcony. We were quite cheered by the improvement. Dad sang praises of the doctors at SPCU who used the right medication and reduced the swelling in 2.5 weeks. He was amazed as that same swelling had troubled him for more than 7 months since December 2019. 

Dad starts to exercise again after 7 months. 

23rd July 2020 Thursday:     Dad fell on the floor in the night while trying to go to the toilet by himself. He was in great pain and was simply so miserable. I asked him if I could pray for him. He said yes desperately - "Please pray for me." I laid hands on him and prayed aloud for the pain to reduce and for wisdom on what to do. I asked Dad what we should do and which hospital he wanted to go to. He asked me to decide. So I called SPCU and consulted with the doctor. I expressed my concern about his pain especially if he had to wait a long time for treatment and pain relief. I was assured I could wheel dad straight in for treatment. The doctor also taught us to administer the first dosage of a stronger painkiller at home and to bring more medication along. I also texted my church to pray. 

At SPCU, Dr. Loke was there, ready to assist dad and treat him immediately. She helped Dad relax and made him comfortable. How thankful we were that dad had no fractures or broken bones. Dad was full of praises for the doctors who had treated him so promptly. A few days later, I sent flowers, fruits, and a TQ letter to SPCU for their outstanding prompt care of dad.

Letter of appreciation to SPCU

Bouquets for SPCU doctors and staff. 

That Friday, Dad's barber came to the house and cut his hair. Rosie, my church friend visited with flowers for Mum. Dad was simply delighted to see his dear friend! Rosie did the yum seng cheer with him as in days of old but using Chinese tea. Dad's bp and heartbeat improved significantly after Rosie's visit. Chew Kor and Judith also visited Dad with home-brewed chicken essence for both Mum and Dad. Dad and Mum were greatly cheered by the visit with plenty of singing and laughter. Our weekly yummy delicious family dinners were very happy times. We learned some new songs as Dad sang his favorite song solo. Mum also sang her favorite song. Laughter is a very good medication even during this terminal journey!

Rosie's visit and yum seng cheered Dad and Mum greatly.

Dad sings his favorite song solo happily
from a song sheet with an enlarged script.

Chew plays the harmonica to accompany Dad's singing.
  

Dad gifts Chew with his beloved antique abacus. 

8th August 2020: We celebrated Dad's pre early birthday with Cheng Yee inviting our church friends -the Pang Yeows buddies to sing. The happy songs and dancing really cheered Dad up. This was the first birthday where he was not allowed downstairs but probably it was his happiest birthday. He was like a little boy captivated by the balloons, festivities, and cake with family and friends singing his favorite songs. We celebrated his birthday several more rounds - on Sunday and also on his IC date on the 11th of August 2020. 

Rosie's beautiful birthday decorations for Dad.
She burnt the midnight oil to get the deco ready.

Dad laughing like a little boy
totally captivated by his birthday celebrations. 

Dad insisted on holding the rainbow balloon deco himself
and the birthday deco should be part of the family photo.

Singing and dancing with joy to dad's favorite songs.

16th Aug Sunday night     Dad was in great pain as he could not swallow his painkiller. I called the hospice emergency careline. I was taught to administer the medication by propping dad up on his side and pumping it gently in via a syringe into his mouth. Hospice nurse Bazilah visited regularly. There were many clear signs that the disease was progressing. Towards the end, we were concerned that dad would have another pain episode when he could no longer swallow the liquid painkiller. She fitted dad with a patch to administer the painkiller and dad was also fitted out with a port so we could inject medication in the event he could no longer intake medication orally.

I am truly grateful for the support of the SPCU and HMC. On the days I didn’t call them, the doctors would try to contact me to check if dad was okay and that we were medically prepared for weekends. Dad had different issues from time to time, for example, not being able to read, hard stools, hallucinations, etc. I found out there was medication available for many issues and we can make the patient as comfortable as possible even though he is dying. The tagline “Die with Dignity” became real for me for the first time.

Whatapps text from doctors at SPCU when I didn't pick up their calls.

Two days before Dad died, on 20 August 2020 which was a public holiday Awal Muharram, Dad insisted everybody come home to our Hot Spring's house. He said he had a special announcement to make which he wanted everybody to hear. The minute we entered the house, Tee Yam, our youngest sister asked us to empty our wallets and give her every bit of cash. She said Dad wanted to make angpows with hard cash. The banks were closed since it was a public holiday.He did not want IOU or cheques. He only wanted hard cash. When we asked what the announcement was, Dad said it was not yet time. After his dinner at about 7.30 pm. Dad said he wanted us all in his bedroom. He was in a very jovial mood.He asked Chai to emcee like a Hong Kong TV talk show and ask us to sing songs and perform items. Finally after many fun filled moments and all sorts of announcements, Dad said he was ready to announce the real deal. He said he had 3 grand prizes and he actually wanted to make more prizes but since all our total solid cash only amounted to RM15,000/- so he could only made 3 prizes. First prize went to Mum, 2nd prize to Tee Yam and last prize to Meng, all with RM5000/- which he say was their prize. Since Tee Yam is the accountant, she returned all our 'borrowed " cash the next day on Dad's instructions. To me, this was Dad's way of saying sorry to family members. The day that Dad died 22^nd August 2020,was a Saturday. His breathing was extremely belabored and noisy. We called hospice emergency at 9.45 am. Nurse Steffernie taught us how to improve hisbreathing. To our amazement, Dad’s breathing improved so much that we could sing 9 of his favorite songs. At one point, Dad actually conducted our singing with his arms open wide with gusto and ordered my sister to dance. Three hours later at1.30 pm, dad slipped away peacefully with 4 of us physically holding his hands and touching his heart while other family members were at his bedside at home.  

P/S    I returned loaned equipment and sent gifts and a letter on behalf of our family to express our thanks to Hospice Malaysia, Cheras.

Flowers and gifts for Hospice nurses. 

Letter of thanks to Hospice Malaysia.

On my way back from hospice,  a car bearing the number plate DAD 26 loomed in front of my car. Somehow saying the unusual car plate brought me joy. Was that Dad speaking his approval to me from heaven?