I was not quite sure how Dr. T would react to some of the stories of after-death communication (ADC) that I would share while doing an endoscopic procedure. He was an anesthesiologist, born in Pakistan and Muslim. But I enjoyed sharing these experiences with the nurses I worked with who also found then fascinating.
One day after completing our work together Dr. T asked to speak with me privately. "I have to share something with you. I've never told anyone before about what happened to me several years ago".
He explained how he was doing his training in the New York City and had been studying late into the night for extremely important upcoming examination. He had not been back to Pakistan for nearly a year. Suddenly his father appeared to him in his apartment. He looked frail, was walking with a cane and said to him "its my time". Now his father appeared much older than when he had last seen him and he had never used a cane.
Thinking he was hallucinating from fatigue he fell asleep only to be awakened by a phone call from Pakistan.
He was told that his father was gravely ill. Dr T was ready to leave on the next flight out but was told specifically not to leave until his exams were completed. That was his father's message.
His father died, he took his exams and was unable to return to Pakistan for several few weeks. When he finally did enter his he was shocked to see the exact cane his father had been using by the side of the door. When he asked his mother about it she said, "Oh, your father began using a cane a few months before he died. We probably never mentioned it to you."
Tears welled up in his eyes. "My father was like that–only his children's well-being mattered. He had come to say goodbye."