Little Boy Lost

A few years ago, I received a phone call from a friend of my brothers. My brother had told her about my ability to reach out to spirits that have just passed or needed closure. I told my brother to have her call me. She was skeptical and I didn't blame her. She called me and told me that a friend of the family had just lost a son. He was 15 years of age and they wanted to know it he was okay. While I was talking to her on the phone an image of a young man appeared. I didn't tell her. I waited to see if she would give me any other information. She did not. After getting off the phone with her, I saw the young man again. This time I knew it was the boy I was suppose to find. I waited for one more final vision. After seeing him for the third time I made the call. I described him to her. I said that he had dirty blonde/sandy colored hair. That he was wearing a team outfit, baseball, the colors red and white. I told her that he was fine and happy. I also told her to pass along to his family that he loved them. When I got done I heard a gasp of sorts. The boy who had passed away played baseball for his school, and the school colors were red and white. He went to St. Martin's. He had been buried in his uniform.