I Wrote My Son Daily from a Nursing Home with No Reply until a Stranger Came to Take Me Home — Story of the Day (Page 3 ) | August 15, 2024

Annonce:

“Mom!” he called out, embracing me warmly.

“Ron? Is it really you?” I asked, surprised and confused.

“It’s me, Mom,” he said, still holding me tightly. “I’m so sorry it took me so long to visit. I just got back from Europe, and I went straight to your house.”

“My house? Did you see Tyler and Macy there? They put me in this nursing home a couple of years ago, and I haven’t seen them since,” I explained, my heart heavy with sadness.

Ron looked at me with sorrow in his eyes. “Mom, I’m so sorry you have to hear this from me. I thought you already knew. Tyler and Macy died in a house fire last year… I only found out when I went to your house and saw it abandoned. I decided to check the mailbox to see if I could find out where you were, and that’s when I found all your unread letters.”

The news hit me like a ton of bricks. Despite the resentment I had felt toward Tyler for what he did to me, hearing of his death broke my heart. I cried for the son I had lost and for the daughter-in-law I would never see again. Ron stayed by my side the entire time, comforting me in silence until I was ready to speak again.

Ron had been like a son to me. He and Tyler were childhood friends, inseparable when they were young. Unlike Tyler, who had everything he could ever want, Ron grew up in poverty, raised by his grandmother after his parents passed away. I treated him as my own, feeding him, clothing him, and even letting him live with us until he left for college in Europe. We lost touch after he secured a high-paying job abroad, and I never expected to see him again.