My Son Died, but My 5-Year-Old Daughter Said She Saw Him in the Neighbor’s Window – When I Knocked at Their Door, I Couldn’t Believe My Eyes

There was no ghost. Just coincidence, grief, and two children reaching for connection.

That afternoon, Ella and Noah met. They played, laughed, and shared drawings of dinosaurs—Lucas’s favorite.

For the first time since my son died, our house felt lighter.

Grief hadn’t disappeared—but it had softened.

And I realized something quietly profound: love doesn’t vanish. Sometimes, it simply finds another way back in.