Someone Kept Throwing Eggs at My Husbands Gravestone, One Day, I Saw Who It Was, and It Nearly Destroyed My Life
Every Sunday, I made a habit of visiting my husband’s grave. It was my way of keeping him close, of remembering the life we shared. Owen had passed away a year ago, leaving me with a hole in my heart that nothing seemed to fill. His death came suddenly—an unexpected heart attack that took him away in an instant. After 25 years of love, laughter, and shared dreams, I found myself standing alone. For months, everything felt like a dream, a fog I couldn’t escape. But those weekly visits to