A Biker Showed Up at My Wife’s Grave Every Week
For six months, I watched him from my car. Every Saturday at 2 PM, the same biker on the same Harley would ride into the cemetery, park carefully beneath the old oak tree, and walk toward my wife Sarah’s headstone. He never brought flowers or gifts, never made dramatic gestures, never seemed interested in being…
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