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.
Emily smiled, and for a moment, we just sat there in silence, the afternoon sun casting long shadows over the cemetery. I knew I would still carry the pain of losing James, the regret of our lost time, but I also knew I wasn’t alone in my grief. And in a way, neither was he.
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