Suffering the loss of someone as loved and cherished as your child is truly impossible to endure. Every parent knows what it is to love their child. When you become a parent it changes your life forever. Your life is no longer an introspective, self-prioritising journey. Immediately, the love you have for your child, redefines you. In fact ‘you’ are no longer just you. It is the purest love of all. It is unquestionable, unfaltering and eternally enduring. So when your child dies, it simply cannot be that they are gone forever. That said, the question begs: where have they gone?

I have mentioned in previous articles that when my son passed from this world I knew, just knew, that he wasn’t gone. I cried and wept, as I still do, at his loss. But I immediately embraced a more spiritual outlook. I never had to consider the greater philosophical questions before, but now, with my son gone from this physical world, my mind expanded to the greater reality of life. My thoughts turned to the whereabouts of my child...

My background is largely scientific so I was never one for any of the New Age, spiritual, or mind-body-spirit stuff. Everybody knows that the people who are into all that stuff are a bit imbalanced, I had thought. I’m a keen reader and would often spend hours in bookshops but I’d never ever look in the New Age section. I had no interest in it. Now, two years since my son passed away, I’ve read countless books and visited many bookshops and it’s always the spiritual material that I’m obsessed with. It is the only reading I’m interested in. It offers the only potential for answers.

I have been lucky though. My son, my wonderful son, has shown me more than I could ever have picked up in any book. He has sent me irrefutable messages from the hereafter to let me know that he is still alive and that death does not bring life to an end. I know that I’ve been very fortunate to have received these messages. When your child dies, you long for some connection again. You desperately need to know that he/she is still alive in some way and not merely a cold corpse in a graveyard. Most people do not get these messages. I remember reading so many books about After Death Communication after Craig had passed. They would bring me comfort - providing anecdotes of life after death - but equally frustration at my own lack of communication. I knew that while it was possible for these communications to occur, there was a possibility that I could receive one from Craig. I also knew that if anyone could do it, Craig could. So when I eventually got those messages it was an overwhelming sensation.

Craig has shown me that he’s alive and well and still around and by keeping in touch has eased the burden of his loss for me, from this world. It is a poor substitute though for the life we should have shared together and I still cry everyday for him, but at least I can be certain that he’s alive and that we will be reunited again. I only hope that other grief stricken parents out there can be afforded the same contact.

Just keep an open mind and open heart and I’m sure yours will be in touch when the time is right.