Every Sunday, I visited my husband’s grave to feel close to him, until I found raw eggs smashed against his gravestone.
At first, I thought it was a cruel prank, but when I caught the culprit in the act, I was shattered to discover it was someone I trusted more than anyone else.
I lost my husband, Owen, one year ago.
It was sudden. No warnings, no time to prepare.
A heart attack stole him from me, just like that.
Twenty-five years together, gone in a moment….
