Every Saturday at exactly two in the afternoon, a biker rode into the cemetery and parked beneath the same old maple tree. For six months, I watched from my car as he walked directly to my wife Sarah’s grave, removed his helmet, and sat silently beside her headstone. His visits were precise, reverent, and unwavering. […]
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