NEW TOYS APPEARED ON MY SON’S GRAVE EVERY DAY, SO I DECIDED TO FIND OUT WHO WAS DOING IT
My son died in a motorcycle accident at 21. The moment I got that call from the police, I refused to believe it. It felt unreal, but it was true.
The guilt hit me hard—I hadn’t spoken to him in 3 years. We had a huge fight when he turned 18 about his career choices, and he stormed out of our lives. My husband and I tried reaching out, but he shut us out completely. We kept hoping he’d come back when he was ready… but that day never came.
After he passed, I made a promise to visit his grave every day.
On my first visit, I found a teddy bear there. I thought it was left there by mistake, so I took it and replaced it with flowers. But the next day, there were more toys—a dozen of them. It was strange, and I couldn’t figure out who was doing it or why.
Then, on the third day, I saw a woman standing at his grave, placing another toy. She was about to leave when I called out to her.👇