I don't believe in coincidences. Call it fate, call it Providence, whatever you like. Aside from viewing life through the lense of a Judeo-Christian worldview, I've seen and experienced too many things to believe in "coincidence." I spent most of Father's Day and the following day in the hospital, with my dad. He had battled cancer for the past 7 months and was hospitalized over the weekend with dehydration. He took a turn for the worse Monday morning, when he suffered a heart attack. His body, savaged by the affects of the disease and the chemo and radiation treatments he had been undergoing, just couldn't take much more. Due to his condition, there wasn't anything the medical team could do, except provide "comfort care" for him. My sister and I made the decision to have them administer an anti-anxiety medication to help calm him down. He had been fighting against the pain, against death, the past few hours, and finally, about fifteen minutes l...