A vision is the act of seeing, sight.  But another type of vision can be seen in dreams and even while fully awake.  I can remember so clearly the day I had my first vision after my son Seth died.  I clearly saw my son and my father above in the sky, looking down at me.  They had their arms around each other’s shoulders.  They were standing there with love and compassion for me with expressions on their faces that said to me, “Please don’t be sad.  We are fine.”  In the midst of my grief I felt comfort that helped me through the days of his viewing at the funeral home, at mass and throughout those first days of being without him.

That was only the first vision I had.  There were more of them that first year.  And each one affected me in a different way.  And they were powerful. I know that many people may think that it didn’t happen or that I was making it up.  But that doesn’t even matter.  Each one helped me grieve in a positive way.  They supported me by happening when I least expected it.  And each time, a sense of peace descended on me.  He was fine.  There was and still is a comfort in remembering each one of them.  And I am still so grateful, 25 years later.

Seth and I are still connected in many ways.  And I am so fortunate to still have my daughter and to have 3 grandchildren whom I cherish and love with all my heart.  These are the bonds that sustain us in difficult times.  My husband and I are so grateful to have them live close to us.

It’s interesting that those are the only visions I have ever had.  They only appeared in that first year.  But that’s okay.  They happened when I needed them.  And for that, I will always be grateful.