11/16/2024
MY HUSBAND'S GRAVESTONE WAS REPEATEDLY COVERED IN RAW EGGS - ONE MORNING, I MET THE CULPRIT & SHOUTED, "ALL THIS TIME, IT WAS YOU?"
A year ago, my husband of 25 years, Owen passed away suddenly โ a heart attack, no warning. He always said he'd be here for the long haul, but life had other plans. Every Sunday, I visit his grave to feel connected to the man I loved.
But something started to feel off.
One afternoon, I found raw eggs smashed all over Owen's gravestone. I thought it must be kids messing around, but it happened again. And again. Each time, I cleaned it up, wondering why anyone would desecrate a grave, a place of peace.
The cemetery security was no help. They told me to file reports, but nothing changed.
On a Saturday morning, a year since Owen passed, I couldn't sleep. I decided to visit his grave before dawn. The air was cool, the world still, and for a moment, I felt peace โ until I saw it.
The eggshells. And a figure by his grave.
She stood, egg in hand, ready to throw. The crack echoed in the silence. I couldn't stand it anymore.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I yelled, running toward her.
She froze and turned slowly.
"YOU... YOU'VE BEEN THE ONE DOING THIS?" I asked, almost screaming. "WHY?"โฌ๏ธ