Each week, a stranger placed flowers on my husband’s grave—until one day, I found out who it was, and I was completely stunned.

After my husband Danny died a year ago, I began visiting his grave on the 15th of every month. Someone always arrived before me, leaving fresh flowers. I often wondered who it was. When I found out, I froze in tears. They say grief changes but never leaves. After 35 years of marriage, the silence…