1. A Ritual Shattered
Every Sunday, I visited my husband Owen’s grave to feel close to him after his sudden death from a heart attack a year ago.
Twenty-five years together, gone in an instant. The cemetery was a peaceful place where I could breathe and remember him. But then, something changed.
2. Vandalism and Heartache
I began finding raw eggs smashed against his gravestone. The first time, I thought it was a cruel prank.