My submission to the #shadowphoto contest 33 sponsored by 
I can’t use this book for the shadow photo without explaining how I came about to write it.
The book, Child of Danaan, with the shadow of my hand, contains the true story of my spiritual journey after I lost my only child, Kevin, in an automobile accident.
My grief journey was helped by knowledge of Celtic Irish history and mythology concerning the children/people of Tuatha De Danaan.
Book Shadow
I wrote this little book in 2006 with the hope it might help others, who are grieving, to know there is life after death and our loved ones know and care about the ones left behind.
The cover of the book was designed by me. I drew the Celtic cross and took the mystery photo in the middle of the book. It is of a childlike person who magically appeared at Kevin’s gravesite. He (of the mystical Danaan) was guarding the portal between the worlds and he allowed Kevin to come through the portal, for a brief moment, to let me know he was alright.
I am forever grateful for that brief moment I was allowed to see my son with his auburn hair and the little crooked smile. It lifted me out of the deep well of sorrow to a new understanding.
Some things I have learned;
Whether experiencing sorrow, regret or anger, one must allow the heart and mind to go through the stages of grief.
Nothing can help with missing the presence of a loved one but I know we must not stay in a state of grief too long - it holds their spirit earthbound.
I often pondered, “Why take my son before me?”
On a positive note, I am thankful for the years I had with Kevin and realize that was my gift.
This may sound like the ramblings of a delusion griefing mother but I truly believe most of us have had some kind of spiritual experience whether we acknowledge it or not.
I have the original photos of the two mystical appearances, at Kevin’s gravesite, taken in 1999 with my old 35 mm Kodak camera.
This is one of my favorite photos of Kevin and I taken in the 1980’s.
The picture was taken in a studio by a professional photographer.
There was eighteen years difference between my son and I.
After a brief romance, I married my ex, Kevin’s father, at seventeen, right out of high school.
Many things I would like to do over but I never regretted being a teenage mother.
It was a honour to have been his mother, albeit, too briefly, on this earth.❤️
Camera: iPad Air for the book shadow
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