I am convinced his spirit still comes to check on us
THERE have been several occasions when I feel James has come back to check up on us. A nurse who cared for my mum in her dying days told me that, as she was taking her last breaths, some of the patients were asking about the little boy who had been running up and down the corridor.
The nurse kept explaining there was no little boy. But two of the patients were adamant. I like to think James was there as Mum breathed her last, so that she wasn’t alone like he had been.
One night, Stuart and I were watching TV in bed and Michael and Thomas were asleep in their own rooms when we heard one of the kids shout: ‘Muuuuummmmm.’
But when we went to check on them, they were both in deep, deep sleep. In a way I wasn’t surprised: the little voice sounded just like James, and it was exaclty the way he used to drag out my name at the end. I was convinced it had been him.
We also get lots of white feathers, which I am certain are a sign my boy has been to visit. I like to think he comes to check in and be part of everything.