A STRANGER LEFT FLOWERS AT MY HUSBAND’S GRAVE EVERY WEEK—ONE DAY, I FOUND OUT WHO IT WAS, AND I WAS SPEECHLESS. After my husband of 35 years d:ied in a car crash, I visited his grave every month and would always find fresh flowers already there. It wasn’t the same bouquet every time, but it was thoughtfully arranged. Always new. But I never saw anyone. Until one morning, I noticed a cemetery groundskeeper pruning a nearby tree. I hesitated, then approached him. “”Excuse me… do you happen to know who brings flowers to this grave?”” He didn’t even need to look. “”Oh yes. Him. Comes every Friday like clockwork. Quiet man. Kind eyes.”” “”Him?”” I repeated, heart suddenly pounding. “”Yes, a man. Mid-thirties maybe. Never misses a week.”” I was stunned. What man would visit my husband’s grave every week? I asked the groundskeeper for a favor. “”If you ever see him again… could you take a photo for me? Just so I can… know?”” A month later, I visited again. The groundskeeper was waiting near the bench. “”I got him,”” he said, pulling out his phone. He handed it to me. And my world tilted again. I knew that face. I didn’t say a word. I immediately got in my car and drove straight to my daughter’s house. ⬇️ Full in the first c0mment