I love wearing my son’s copper bangle that he made in metalwork class when he was thirteen. I had it inscribed with “living his dream” on the first anniversary of his death, four months ago. I would never take it off but I get a claustrophobic feeling when I wear jewellery for too long and I have to take it off. Monday night 17:11:2014 I had that feeling, I took it off hurriedly and placed it by the side of my bed. The next morning I placed my bag ontop of it. Tuesday night I went to wear the bangle only to find it missing. I searched my room, pulling my bed out from the wall and looking all around it. I decided it must of hooked onto my bag and fallen off when I took the dogs for a walk. I was very sad to have lost it. Later I thought maybe I’d picked it up and put it in my bag unconsciously as I had picked up my bag. I looked through my bag four times. The last time I took everything out placing it on my bed, with my youngest son watching. I went to bed depressed that I had lost it.

So the next morning I opened my bag, my jaw dropped as there was the copper bangle in-between the opening of my wallet. It was the first thing I saw. The gleaming copper jumped out at me and there was no way i could of not seen it when I’d looked in my bag previously. I receive lots of signs and messages from my son but he never hides or moves things. I definitely feel it was Erik’s handiwork !