On a cold winter evening a man suffered a heart attack and after being admitted to the hospital, the man asked the nurse to call his daughter. He explained, “You see, I live alone and she is the only family I have.” The nurse went to phone the daughter. The daughter was quite upset and shouted, “You must not let him die! You see, Dad and I had a terrible argument almost a year ago. I haven’t seen him since. All these months I’ve wanted to go to him for forgiveness. The last thing I said to him was ‘I hate you.’” The daughter cried and then said, “I’m coming now. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”

The patient went into cardiac arrest, and code 99 was alerted. The nurse prayed, “O God, his daughter is coming. Don’t let it end this way.” The efforts of the medical team to revive the patient were fruitless. The nurse observed one of the doctors talking to the daughter outside the room. She could see the pathetic hurt in her face. The nurse took the daughter aside and said, “I’m sorry.” The daughter responded, “I never hated him, you know. I loved him, and now I want to go see him.”

The nurse took her to the room, and the daughter went to the bed and buried her face in the sheets as she said good-bye to her deceased father. The nurse, as she tried not to look at this sad good-bye, noticed a scrap of paper on the bed table. She picked it up and read: “My dearest Janie, I forgive you. I pray you will also forgive me. I know that you love me. I love you, too. Signed; Daddy.”

From Christopher Surber’s Sermon "The Art of One-Anothering"