Someone Kept Throwing Eggs at My Husbands Gravestone, One Day, I Saw Who It Was, and It Nearly Destroyed My Life
Every Sunday, I visited my husband Owen’s grave. It was my way of staying close to him, of keeping his memory alive. For months, it felt like the only thing that kept me going. But then, something strange started happening. I began to find raw eggs smashed against his gravestone. At first, I thought it was just a cruel prank—somebody trying to get a rise out of me. But when I finally caught the person responsible, my whole world shattered. It was someone I trusted completely. It had been a