It was April and a little boy died. His spirit went to Heaven and from there he watched his mom. She was very sad.
The little boy thought and thought and then he had an idea. He went to brother seagull and asked him if he could borrow his seagull body to go fly and visit his mom. Brother seagull agreed and the little boy flew down, down, down and found his mom taking a walk.
He called to her “mom, mom!” But his mom didn’t recognize him. His voice was a seagull voice. She looked up, then went on her way. She was still very sad. The little boy kept coming back day after day calling “mom, mom!” and each time his mom looked up to the sky, saw a seagull and then went on.
After some time, the mom wondered why she kept seeing seagulls. She had never noticed them before. They were beautiful, their white wings against the sky. Their calls sounded very sad to her. As sad as she felt. Seeing the seagulls made her feel a little better though. She felt comforted.
The mom thought of her little boy each time she saw one, so one day the mom said “God-if a seagull is the spirit of my little boy let me see a dozen of them! Then I will believe.” God went to the little boy and told him what his mom had asked for. The little boy again asked brother seagull if he could borrow his seagull body and if eleven of his brothers could go with him to visit his mom.
They all agreed and the next day when his mom took her walk they flew down and said hello. They circled above her and the little boy called “mom, mom!”. This time when his mom looked up she saw in amazement all the seagulls. 12 of them! And she smiled! The little boy still comes sometimes to visit his mom. She smiles every time she sees him. She is not so sad anymore.
This post was written and submitted to the blog by a member of the Alliance of Hope Forum who lost her son Colin to suicide in the month of April.