And we shared the important things too.

Dreams.

Fears.

Family.

Plans for the future.

When Sarah was diagnosed with breast cancer, our entire world changed.

She fought it with a strength I still struggle to understand.

There were difficult days.

There were hospital visits, treatments, exhaustion, fear, and moments when neither of us knew what the next week would bring.

But Sarah rarely allowed her illness to define her.

Even when she was struggling, she worried about other people.

That was simply who she was.

So when I saw a complete stranger sitting at her grave every Saturday, I couldn’t help wondering:

Who was he?

And why did he care so much about my wife?

The Questions Started Eating Away at Me

For several weeks, I watched from a distance.

I would arrive at the cemetery before 2 p.m., park somewhere nearby, and wait.

Then I would see the Harley appear.