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

It’s been a year since my husband died, and every 15th of the month, I visit his grave, surrounded by memories and silence. But someone always gets there before me, leaving fresh flowers. I wondered who it could be. When I finally discovered the truth, I froze, tears streaming down my face. They say grief…