On Mother’s Day, a little girl showed up with my son’s backpack — and a shocking secret

I lost my eight-year-old son, Randy, at school only one week before Mother’s Day.

I heard people saying that it was an unfortunate tragedy, and no one could have prevented it from happening. I tried accepting that since I knew it would be hard for me to move on if I had other thoughts in my mind.

There was one thing I could not understand.

That day Randy passed away, his bright red Spider-Man backpack was gone.