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October 29, 2021

Two Years after Son Dies, Mom Hears Someone Knocking on Door Saying, "Mom, It's Me" — Story of the Day

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After losing her son in an awful tragedy two years before, a woman heard someone knock on her door and call her "mom" one bright morning. 

"Time of death, 12:00 p.m." That was the exact time Jane and Shawn Wiley lost their only child John. He had been rushed to the hospital straight from his school after he got stung by multiple bees and went into anaphylactic shock. 

He had disturbed a budding bee's hive on the school grounds, and the offended creatures had visited their wrath upon him at the cost of their own lives and to the detriment of his. 

Woman hears a knock on her door from someone calling her mom. | Photo: Shutterstock

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When Jane and her husband were called, the couple was in the middle of trying to make John a sibling. The news had been like a splash of cold water on their ardor, and they dressed mechanically before leaving for the hospital. 

"Miss Wiley, I'm afraid I have bad news. Your son was involved in a terrible accident and has been transferred to the hospital," the school principal told her. 

The worried parents arrived just as the doctors gave up on trying to save their boy. As the doctor exited the ER, Jane ran up to him and grasped him. 

"You need to go back in there and keep trying!" she exclaimed while shaking him violently. 

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Her husband was by her side in a flash, dragging her off the man and doing his best to hold himself together simultaneously. 

"It's done Jane," he croaked, tears in his eyes as he looked towards his dead son's body. 

The doctors tried to save John's life before he gave up ghost. | Photo: Unsplash

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That tragedy shook the couple, and it took the better part of a year just for them to clean out his room. Even then, Jane would tear up each time the topic came up. Her husband fared better, but he also lost a part of himself due to grief. 

Two years after the ghastly incident, Jane heard someone knock on the door, and when she asked who it was, she heard a child's voice say, "Mom, it is me." 

Jane knew it could not be her child, but she rushed to open the front door anyway. Nobody was there, but she noticed a small envelope addressed to her and her husband when she looked down. 

"Did I imagine that?" she wondered. "No, someone must have been here because this letter didn't drop from heaven." 

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She looked around once more for anything out of the ordinary, but when nothing else turned up, she picked up the envelope and returned inside. Inside the envelope was a note with the name of a street — 813 Atwood Ave. 

Jane grieved the loss of her son for a long time. | Photo: Getty Images

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"What is that?" her husband asked, and suddenly Jane opened her eyes. 

It had been a dream. A vivid one Jane knew had to mean something. As soon as her eyes flew open, she scrambled for a pen and paper to write down the address before she forgot. 

The following day, Jane went to the grocery store. The activity used to be something she and her late son would do together; it was quite enjoyable for her then. Now it was just a chore she wanted to get through quickly. 

As she browsed the aisles briskly with her shopping cart, Jane caught sight of something peculiar. There was a large flyer advertising the services of a children's clothing store, and on it, someone had scribbled the same address she had dreamt of — 813 Atwood Ave.

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It struck her as odd that she would come across the address just after having a dream about it, so she returned home to confide in her husband. 

Jane went to get the door after hearing a knock on her door. | Photo: Pexels

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"I had a dream last night," she told him when they sat down for dinner. 

"What was it about?" he asked. 

She told him about the knock she heard and the childish voice, then about the address and how she came upon it again in the grocery store. 

"That's certainly something but I don't think it's cause for concern, do you?" 

"Absolutely not. I just think I'll feel better when I know more about that address because to me, that dream felt like a premonition," Jane confessed. 

Her husband was skeptical, but he supported her. 

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"Alright sweetheart, we can do some research after dinner," he told her. 

Jane found a note while she was shopping for groceries. | Photo: Getty Images

When the dishes were cleared and cleaned, the couple sat behind their desktop for some investigative work. They searched for the address on the Internet and found that it was linked to foster care. 

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More research revealed the kids the orphanage had in its care at the time. Among them, one stood out to Jane, so she and her husband drove there to meet him the following morning.  

"His name is Simon," the founder told them. "He lost his parents in a car crash and has autism which makes him very difficult to be with; in fact, he barely speaks to anyone but his "imaginary friend" and he is hell-bent on picking his adoptive family himself." 

"What does that mean?" Jane asked, curious. 

Jane told her husband about her dream and what she came across at the grocery store. | Photo: Getty Images

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"It means Simon is the one doing the adopting here, not you two." 

"Oh, we are not here to — " Shawn had started saying, but a quick jab from his wife silenced him. 

"We would like to meet this boy," Jane said. 

As soon as they entered the room and Jane set eyes on Simon, she understood why she had the dream. The boy needed a home. The orphanage founder, who introduced herself as Mia Cochran, excused them so they could spend time alone with the child. 

As soon as she left, Simon looked up from the toys he had been playing with and spoke. 

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"My friend says you are good people and that he does not want you to be alone anymore." 

His words shocked Jane and Shawn. 

Simon spoke to Jane after he set his eyes on her and her husband. | Photo: Getty Images

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"Your friend?" Shawn asked. 

"Yes, my friend. Do you not believe me as well?" Simon asked.

"We do honey, but — " Jane started to say. 

"John," Simon said, shutting her off completely. "He said to say his name is John." 

It was all the couple needed. They started the adoption process that very day, and within the week, Simon was installed in John's former room, and that was how Jane's late son helped her meet her new one. 

One day, Jane heard a knock on the door again and heard a voice saying, "Mom, it's me." But this time, it was not a dream. It was her Simon returning from school.

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Jane had a son again after she adopted Simon from the orphanage. | Photo: Getty Images

What did we learn from this story?

  • Communication is important. Jane kept her husband in the know about what happened in her dream when it started bothering her. Some may have considered it outrageous to put so much stock in her dreams but not Shawn. He knew it bothered her, and that was enough reason to support her stance on the matter. Their communication led to cooperation, and it helped them heal. 
  • Dealing with grief takes time. Jane and Shawn lost their boy so suddenly it shattered them. Dealing with the grief took a long time, but the couple was wise enough to give it the time needed. They cried when they had to and comforted each other for as long as they needed, which led them to heal faster. 

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If you enjoyed this story, you might like this one about a man who learned his youngest son was not his but said nothing about it to his wife.

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