and I couldn’t remember anyone who matched his description.
So I started wondering:
Who was this man?
And more importantly, what connection did he have to my wife?
The Same Routine Every Week
The stranger never behaved disrespectfully.
He would stand quietly beside the grave, sometimes place something near the flowers, and then leave.
That made the mystery even more difficult to solve.
If he had been a friend, why had my wife never mentioned him?
If he was a relative, why didn’t I recognize him?
And if he barely knew her, why would he return every single week?
Eventually, curiosity became stronger than my hesitation.
The Day I Finally Approached Him
One day, I decided that I couldn’t keep wondering.
When the motorcyclist arrived and finished his visit, I approached him.
I expected an awkward conversation.
Instead, what he told me completely changed the way I understood my wife’s
