“Someone Was Throwing Eggs at My Husband’s Gravestone — When I Finally Saw Who It Was, It Almost Shattered My Life”
For weeks I noticed something special – a feeling of restlessness that crawled into my Sunday in the cemetery. The feeling of peace I once found was slowly replaced by rodent discomfort. Only when the raw eggs appeared at Owen’s Grantingestone did it fully reveal it? Who could do something so cruel? And why? What …