My son Matthew passed away suddenly in July of 2007. I of course was devastated. I felt lost and out of control. I really can not describe my emotional state at that time. Other than to say, I would not wish it on my worst enemy. It is a place no one should have to go to.
Two weeks had passed since my son died, one week since we buried him. And I could still feel my son’s spirit in his room. It was very strong and it scared me. I would run past his room down the hall every time I had to go my bedroom or bathroom. My hair would stand on end. And I would get goose bumps up and down my spine.
One day it came to me like a bolt out of the blue. My eyes were opened. My son did not realize he had died. I had read some where that sometimes people who die suddenly don’t know they have died and have to be told. So I screwed up all of my courage and went into my son’s room. Every thing was just as he had left it, clothes on the floor, video games everywhere, a half a can of coke he never finished. I could even smell him. The only thing was he was not there in body. I sat on his bed, took a deep breath and said: “Son you have passed away. Do not let God’s light burn out. Go into the light and go to heaven and get your wings. I will always remember you and I will always love you. After you get your wings maybe you can come down and bless your family from time to time.” I literally felt him leave. I was relieved he would not be trapped between heaven and earth. He would be free. That was the last act of love I could give him. To let him go. To set him free.
