I said to my son, “After you died, I read everything I could about near-death experiences and wondered.”
“Over the next few weeks I was there by your side,” David continued. “ I was standing by you when you visited me at the funeral home. I wept along with you, and wanted to comfort you and say I was okay. I was at the memorial service, and couldn’t believe there were over 400 people there. I was honored at what all my friends were saying.
“I was bummed when I found out my heart diagnosis, bummed that the doctors couldn’t figure it out. If I had known I wouldn’t have gone on the triathlon that day, but I would have kept kayaking.”
I cried as David told me his story. We drove back down the hill and walked into my house. It was 6 p.m.
“I have to go now, Mom. But I want you to know, when you come I will be the first to greet you and walk you to the other side. For me, as I said, the time will fly much more quickly than it will for you.”
“David, you don’t know how much this visit means to me. It has confirmed my belief that we will be reunited someday.”
“We will Mom. It was so great seeing you.” We gave each other another long hug.
“I’m going now mom. I’ll see you soon. Try not to be sad. I love you.”
“I’m glad you’re happy. I love you so much David. I can’t wait to be with you again.”
David stood up, and in a flash he was gone. But my heart was happier than it had been in the last eight years. My hope was confirmed.