61: My Two-Second Miracle

61: My Two-Second Miracle

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Hope & Miracles

My Two-Second Miracle

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

~Matthew 5:4

“I saw him! I SAW HIM!”

I excitedly told my husband the news as he asked the obvious question, “You saw WHO?”

“I just saw Donnie!” was my reply, as tears rolled down my cheeks.

I had to sit down. My husband Don looked at me with half a smile but mostly wide-eyed disbelief. We both knew very well that our twenty-eight-year-old son Donnie had died in an auto accident in 1999, and it was now 2007!

As I sat down at our dining room table, I tried to recall what had just happened. Dinner was ready, and Donnie’s cat Audrey was on the back of our green easy chair. I had placed the casserole dish on the table and turned to call Don to come and eat when I glanced at Audrey out of the corner of my eye. She was about to jump down from her perch on the back of the chair. She usually joined us in the dining room when it was dinnertime, so it was not unusual of her. What was unusual was the misty form of my son, Donnie, hovering over her with one outstretched arm to pet her! It only lasted a couple of seconds, but he was instantly recognizable with a very big smile on his face! As she leaped down, the vision was gone. Gone in seconds, so that I had to sit and think about this. Did it really happen? YES! I knew it had happened!

Don began eating but I could hardly move my arms to begin my meal. “I was not even thinking about him today,” I related. My husband said something like, “Hmm.”

“Are you doubting me?” I asked.

“Hon, I have no idea what just occurred, but if you think you saw him . . . .” he began. I wiped my tears and softly said, “It happened. I know it happened. I wish it had not been so brief!”

This was my miracle. After our son died, I prayed that God would bless me with a dream or a vision of him, just to know he was fine and in His care. I had experienced a couple of dreams where I felt my son was there. The dreams left me feeling warm and comforted and truly at peace when I awoke.

This was different. I always had the feeling in the first few years after his death that if I did see him I would probably faint. My faith was not that strong and I was deep in the throes of grieving. I wanted to see a vision of him but at the same time I was afraid.

It happened when I was ready to accept it. God allowed me to see my son, perhaps one last time! I do not believe he is a “ghost” that haunts my home, as some people might surmise. No. He is in a wonderful, peaceful, loving place and his spirit can come and go as God wills. That is what I believe, and I am thankful God allowed me one glimpse of my son in spirit form! He just had to pop in and check on his cat, and showed me by his smile that he is very happy indeed!

It took some time to convince my husband that I’d had a vision of our son, and he still is not sure why it happened for me. He does, however, know that I vehemently believe the miracle occurred.

I thank God daily for the two-second miracle that left me with such peace.

~Beverly F. Walker

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