A Biker Showed Up At My Wife Grave Every Week And I Had No Idea Who He Was!
Every Saturday at exactly 2 p.m., a biker would pull into the cemetery. Same spot. Same time. He’d walk straight to my wife’s grave, sit cross-legged in front of it, and stay for an hour — silent, still, head bowed. For six months, I watched him from my car. He never brought flowers. Never talked … Read more