Every Sunday, I visited my husband’s grave to feel close to him, until I found raw eggs smashed against his gravestones
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, …
Every Sunday, I visited my husband’s grave to feel close to him, until I found raw eggs smashed against his gravestones Read More