‘Saved by my angel son’
Michelle Greenwood couldn’t rescue her beloved boy, but he was destined to protect her
Greenwood lost her beloved son, she had no idea he would still be on hand to offer support and protection
Looking at the photo my son, Jacob, had just texted me, I felt sick. Look at my aura Mum, he’d typed underneath.
He was stood on a beach, building a tower of standing stones. Around him was a lovely white aura that touched the stones and stretched skywards.
And in that instant, I knew.
Jacob was leaving this earth, and the angels would be taking him to the other side. I couldn’t explain how I knew. All I could say was that ever since I was a kid, I’d been sensitive to the spirit world and had the psychic gift of inner knowing.
I picked up the phone and called a friend who, like me, was very spiritual.
‘The angels are coming to take Jacob,’ I sobbed.
She tried to calm me down, told me I was mistaken, that it wasn’t going to happen…
Yet for the next four weeks, I felt weighed down with a sense of dread.
Every time I looked at my beloved boy, I felt a tug at my heart. I couldn’t breathe a word to him about what I knew was going to happen, but I was distraught with fear.
A final goodbye
He was just 21 years old, a beautiful, kind and loving young man with his whole life ahead. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.
But I did.
In August 2016, Jacob went out one evening on his new motorbike to see his girlfriend.
Watching him pull away from our house, the bike wobbled and I called, ‘You’re going to have an accident, you shouldn’t be riding that at this time of night.’
That was the last thing I said to him. Jacob never came home, and despite everyone out looking for him, there was no trace of him or his bike.
Then I had an awful vision. Jacob was crying and calling for me, ‘Mum. I need you.’
I knew then he’d gone. That he’d crashed his bike and died instantly and the angels had come to take him, just as I’d known they would.
Jacob’s body wasn’t found for another two days.
My youngest son, Elliot, then 13, was in the car with me when the call came. We were on the motorway driving home to Hebden, Yorkshire.
Jacob had been found in a ditch. His bike had hit a tree and he’d been thrown off.
How I managed to keep control of the car and pull over onto the hard shoulder I’ll never know. I had to call the vehicle recovery people to drive us home. I was a complete mess, and Elliot was inconsolable.
The unknown face
It was only when I saw the photos taken of Jacob at the crash site, that something that had happened three years previously suddenly made hideous sense.
I’d had a vision – a horrible image of someone with long brown hair, curly, maybe dreadlocks. I couldn’t make out their facial features, only that blood was coming out of their nose.
Not long afterwards, me and the boys had gone to Turkey on holiday, and I’d begged Jacob not to go quad biking as I was terrified the vision was of him and he was in danger.
I was a single mum, and Jacob had always been so protective of me and his brother. He was always wanting to know where I was and when I’d be back, so he’d know I was safe. He’d never have done anything that would worry me, so he didn’t go quad biking and the upsetting vision slipped my mind.
‘He’d never have done anything that would worry me’
Until now. The vision had been of
Jacob, sprawled lifeless and bleeding in a ditch. And my boy was gone.
Laying your child to rest isn’t right. The best you can do is give them the send off you’d think they’d want and celebrate their life, and all the joy and happiness they brought to you.
And what a life force Jacob had been. He was so full of energy, into skiing, skateboarding, kayaking. He was a fire performer, a children’s entertainer, a window fitter. You couldn’t have found anyone with more life in them than him.
Jacob was cremated and we scattered some of his ashes over Janet’s Foss, in Malham, where we used to spend a lot of time as a family. It’s a Yorkshire Dales beauty spot, with a lovely waterfall. Jacob loved wild camping.
I didn’t have to wait very long, though, to discover Jacob’s death wasn’t ‘goodbye’ at all – he was still with me.
A few weeks after his funeral, I was sitting on his bed crying. I missed him and couldn’t find a ring he’d had that I wanted to give to Elliot.
Then I heard Jacob’s voice, as if he was beside me, ‘It’s under the bed. Top left-hand corner.’ He was right, too!
Not long after this, Jacob proved to me that being on the other side wasn’t going to stop him looking after his dear old mum.
I was driving to Bristol to collect Elliot from a show he’d been working on. He may only be 15 but he has his own lighting business and designs lighting sets for shows and festivals.
I was really tired and had stopped at a service station for a quick break.
A little while later, I pulled out on to the slip road to rejoin the motorway and there were three hulking great articulated lorries, one in front of me, one in the lane next to me and one behind me.
I’ve been sensitive to the spirit world my entire life
With my beautiful boys, Jacob and Elliot,at Janet’s Foss