Hi my name is Skye. Before I start this story, there are one or two things you should know about me and my family. Every woman on my mother's side: that's my great gran, my gran, my mum, auntie, cousin me and my sister and so on can see into the spirit realm. Don't ask why it is only the woman because I have no idea, but non of my male family members on my mother's side can see anything, but they can sense them to some degree.
Now my mum owns a shop all Incentive in the town I live in. It sells things to do with spirits and things like candles and incense sticks. The usual things people like to buy because they smell nice, or look pretty or they really do work. Ever since I was five I have been able to see spirits, ghosts, basically you name it.
One of my short stories of when I was growing up was I used to know this little boy called Simon. Well he told me he was called Simon, I was only little myself remember. I met him in the school yard and would talk to him a lot. None of the other children could see him, at a young age the school even tried to refer me to see a councilor because they were worried, but my mum said I was fine. I didn't understand and thought Simon was a boy, but my mum knew, she could see him to. I will always remember Simon, he was the first spirit I talked to. I found out later from my mum that he had died in a World War Two bombing and he had come to the school because he liked it there.
One day I was sat talking to this boy Simon and he said he was glad I was his friend, but he had to go. I was really sad and started to cry, but Simon told me that I had nothing to worry about and that I would see him again some day when I was ready to. Because I was little I didn't know what that meant, but I told him that I was going to miss him and that I would never forget him.
Later on that day, when I was leaving school, I saw Simon waving to me, like he was saying goodbye. I turned to my mum and told her Simon was my friend and that he was going today.
My mum gave me a smile and told me that he was glad to have me as a friend, but he was ready to cross over. I didn't fully understand what that meant then, but my response to that was "When he comes back can he come for tea?" When I asked that my mum laughed and said the same thing as Simon. I would see him again one day when I was ready.
I nodded and turned to wave to Simon, but he had gone. I cried all the way home, sad to have lost my friend.
Now I understand who Simon was and I truly miss him, I hope where ever Simon is he is happy and at peace at last, I am only glad that I was there to help him on his way. My mum later told me that Simon only wanted a friend to talk to. But I kept my promise and to this day I remember Simon, partly the reason why I am posting this story.
I still help spirits to try and cross over when I can, I want to help all of them like I did with Simon. But those tales are stories for another time.
I hope we can all look at this story as an example that not all spirits are bad and some just want a friend to talk to.
Rest In Peace Simon Xxxxxxxx