The miracle and the 63 year old gift.

I'm still in Puerto Vallarta but decided to write a quick post..
THE MIRACLE. When I was 4 years old I had my first traumatic experience//one I still remember to this day. People don't believe me but it's clear as a bell in my mind. I'm sitting on my dads lap in the car when he has a heart attack. This is 1951 and my dad is 52 years old. I remember the ambulance, the siren, the excitement. This was the beginning of his bad health, though he continued working for another 5 years..he then retired in 1956 and we moved to Florida. In 1969 he had a blockage in his leg and went to the VA hospital in Miami. The Dr. removed the blockage with surgery and sent dad home. Within days he was feeling great, no angina pains, no shortness of breath. Soon he was walking long distances with no problems whatsoever. In the past he couldn't walk a hundred yards. He had popped nitro like popcorn, now didn't need any. He returned to Miami for a checkup and told the Dr. what had happened. Further tests showed his damaged heart had healed. When he asked the Dr. he was told miracles do happen. A medical mystery.
This leads to
THE GIFT--with his suddenly improved health my parents decided to take a trip to Europe..they would fly to Germany, and buy a VW camper to tour in. They ordered the camper and made their preparations. Since my mom had never needed a passport before she ordered her birth certificate from California.
All her life mom had hated her middle name. Her mother, my grandmother, had never liked my mom, her younger sister was an angel, so mom wasn't, in her eyes. She ruled the roost in all ways. So shortly after moms birth she sent my grandfather to register it. Her name was to be Evelyn Emma Dawson. If you wanted to bug my mom just call her Emma..a name she hated with a passion.
One day the envelope arrived from Nantucket Island, Mass. with her birth certificate..She opened it and started reading it. All of a sudden she burst into tears. I thought something terrible had been discovered, only to find that her father, in a rare bit of revolt, had named her Evelyn E. Dawson. He had a great sense of humor and mom could just picture him chuckling as he did it, knowing one day she would discover his gift..she did at age 63.
My father's good health continued for many years, they took the camper back to Europe twice and toured all over. The QE2 had room for cars so they sailed back and forth//My dad finally passed away in his late 80's and enjoyed good health for most of them. After his death my mom emerged as a strong, independent woman, traveled to Europe many times, mostly Paris to visit us, and London to visit her relatives, and died a few months short of her 90th birthday.