|The Manna tree, a very old oak|
The day he passed away, I experienced something that I have never experienced in my life. Even though I knew he was no longer with us, I could feel him here in the house. He would talk to me and repeat and repeat things like “Tell my sister Becky that I will be with her when she really needs me”. When I touched him in his coffin I felt that he was not ready to leave this earth and that he needed to do more before he left. The day of his funeral, he did not want me to go, he wanted me to go down to the Manna Tree; the name came from a computer game that he liked to play. He had told his Dad and I that he wanted to build a house near it someday.I went back to the house and was looking out the dining room window when I saw Nathan's truck go by on it's way to the cemetery with many of his friends in the back surrounding his coffin. I felt a great amount of joy, and said to myself, “Why am I feeling this way?” Well I was feeling what he was feeling.
When everyone had returned to the house, I then was led to ask his parents to come down to the Manna Tree and say goodbye to their dear Nathan and to tell him that it was time to go. They did and I can still see them there holding hands and saying goodbye to their precious son, I felt another great amount of joy; it was the joy of their dear Nathan saying goodbye to his loving parents.
It has been 11 years since our dear Nathan passed away; I know he is still here because every time I see his Mom I feel that I have to hug her for him and then I a feeling of sadness comes over me because he misses her.
He has never left; his spirit will always be here with all of us.