Six Months After My Son Died, My Younger Boy Came Home From Kindergarten and Said, “Mom… Ethan Came to See Me Today.”

“Is there another camera angle?” I asked quietly.

The administrator clicked through the recordings.

Another camera showed the same moment from farther away.

Again, Noah was standing by himself.

Talking.

Laughing.

Then he suddenly hugged the air in front of him.

My heart stopped.

I covered my mouth as tears rushed to my eyes.

The administrator looked uncomfortable. She turned toward me carefully.

“Sometimes children imagine things,” she said gently. “It can be part of processing grief.”

I nodded, but my mind was spinning.