Here with Us

From: Samantha (hoffmans@dohke8.kzntl.gov.za)
Story type: Angel
Location: My home, Durban, South Africa
Source: Form Submission

My son, Ethyn, died in his sleep 2 months ago at the age of 2 months 3 weeks. Since then my boyfriend and I have both suffered bouts of severe depression, myself having been on medication for depression for many years. Often we will find ourselves overwhelmed by grief, going to the bedroom we shared with him to cry alone. On one such occasion, I was sitting sobbing in my bed when I looked up and saw Ethyn sitting on my dressing table, by the window. It did not feel unusual to see him there, it was as if it was normal. He asked me why I was crying and I replied that I was sad. He asked me why I was sad. I said, "Because I miss you Ethyn!" He then looked at me quizzickly and said, "But why do you miss me? I've been here all along!" My boyfriend came in to find me speechless, and it was a while before I could tell him what happened. When I did tell him, he never said a word and we've never spoken of it since. But we are both finding it much easier to deal knowing that he is with us everyday, and has obviously found peace in his rest.