When recounting the circuмstances to my priest he suggested St. John (the Beloved) or St. Jean (Vianney), more likely the latter. It was Holy Week and I had been calling the area parishes near the hospital. I was told many things, it's a busy time, priest don't make visits unless you are a parishioner, there is no one available. My dad had had a rough day, complications from a cocktail of drugs the hospital gave him and after a dialysis treatment his personal physician had order to correct that. The morning after the saint had visited, my dad was calmly reciting the Hail Mary when I arrived. That was a miracle in of itself. I had NEVER heard my dad pray! My parents left the church in June of 1969, because of V2 and they didn't set foot in it again (one exception, my dad later visited my Eastern Catholic parish and met my priest who gave him an icon of Christ). My dad described Fr. John's visit. He had refused priests before. He said the priest was young and wearing a black cassock.

Through intercessoring prayers to Our Lady, my dad was granted five more months of life. He was able to walk one of his granddaughters down the aisle for her wedding. He made peace with God in the hospital, thanks to St. Jean.

The Lord provides. :)