Grieving Mom Cries over Little Time Spent with Late Son, One Day Hears His Voice in Living Room — Story of the Day

Maggie was devastated after the sudden death of her son. She would give anything to hear his voice once again. She was stunned when her impossible wish became a reality.

Maggie was Maggie to all the neighbors.

All the shopkeepers, young mothers, and churchgoers knew the story about Maggie, the woman that had moved to the town with her son, then 10, after her father had abandoned them.

The neighbor’s learned that the boy, who was frail and looked weak, had a heart problem. They were there to support the mother as well as the son. The couple lived in modest homes and barely had enough to survive. They were there to look after Matthew while his mother was at work, to take him to the hospital in their old car, or to give Maggie some groceries during a difficult month.

Maggie will always be grateful to her neighbors for their help. Their support allowed Maggie to work hard and was able to stay focused. Matthew was not going to get the surgery he had been recommended by his doctors.

Maggie had saved almost enough money for Matthew’s operation after three years. She whispered to Matthew, “Just another month of running about,” one night, marveling at the fact that her little boy was now thirteen years old.

“I am sorry that I haven’t been able spend as much time with my sweetheart. Mama has been working way too hard. Soon, however, we’ll have all the time in this world! He kissed her forehead, unaware she was about to be the last.

“Keep my safety, as you always have. Your smile is mine. Your tears are mine.”

Maggie was working at the grocery shop the day after when Maggie received the call that caused Maggie to collapse onto the floor.

That morning, her son, the wind beneath their wings, died in his sleep.

She ran home to find her child dead before her eyes and apologized to him many times. “I’m sorry, baby. I wish I could have spent more quality time with you. I wish I hadn’t drowned in work …”

The entire town was present at the funeral to say goodbye to the kind-hearted, brave boy who had become their son.

Maggie was not seen much in the days that followed. She remained in her tiny house, sobbing over her son’s toys and clothes, and thinking of all the things she could have done differently.

She could see her neighbor come up to her front door and knock at her door. But she knew they could not make her feel better. She didn’t want her to feel better.

Except for Eric, who was the only one to leave after ringing a few bells, everyone else left.

Eric was different. Eric was an insecure boy, bullied at school and treated badly by his family. Matthew was his only friend.

“I just want you to cry with me, aunt Maggie!” He spoke from the other side.

Maggie couldn’t help but answer the door and let the child hug and cry. They spent the entire afternoon talking about Matthew, and cried in each other’s laps.

“Sit tight, Eric. Maggie responded, “Let me get you something warm.” She went to the kitchen to make hot cocoa for Matthew. It tasted just right for Matthew. He was a thought that sent a chill through her body and she tried not again to weep.

“I would give anything to hear his voice again…” Maggie sobbed under her breath. That’s when she heard it again…her Matthew’s voice!

“Happy Birthday, mom!” As she was overcome by the sounds of her son, the tin of sugar fell from her hands and scattered sugar all over the ground. After a while, she couldn’t even breathe. She ran to the living area and saw Matthew talking to her on Eric’s small screen.

“I know that if you’re looking at this, it’s not me. You have probably been crying to yourself, and all your neighbors are shut out. “I bet you forgot that it was your birthday!”

“Well, I didn’t. “I may not be there in flesh, mom. You can be sure that I am grateful for each and every moment with you. Although I can see that you are blaming yourself for not giving me enough time, I also know that there was great love during this absence.

Maggie had to get up to prevent her tears from bursting and she was forced to sit down. As Matthew spoke, Maggie held Matthew’s hand closer to hers.

“I love you mom. You are a true hero! It’s not something you see, but it is mine. There was nothing I couldn’t do when it came to providing for myself. You may think that you cannot move on from this. But you can.

“I’ll always have a place to be with you, mom. It’s the only place that I’ll ever be, from now on. As you have always done, keep me safe. Your smile is mine. Your tears are mine.”

Maggie felt another torrent of tears rise. But she quickly wiped them away and sat down as her son bid Maggie goodbye.

After listening to the message, something in her changed. It was almost as if she saw a new light in her eyes. Eric hugged her and thanked her for his efforts to preserve this message. She cooked him a delicious dinner and asked him to select any Matthew toys he enjoyed.

Eric, “This is your place now. You can come to this room if you ever feel lonely or need to talk to someone. She kissed her son on the forehead and wore the same gentle smile as her son.

What can you learn about this story?

• Mothers’ love is unending, as is the love of their children. Maggie put in a lot of effort to make Matthew’s life-changing surgery possible. Matthew told Maggie he loved her even after his death.
• Show love to those who gave their lives for you. Matthew was able to show his appreciation for his mother by finding a way to do so. If we don’t have our heroes and guardians, we should let them know how grateful we are.

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