Every Month I Visited My Husband’s Grave… Until I Discovered Who Had Been Leaving Flowers There First

“Someone left flowers again.”

She stepped closer.

“Maybe one of Dad’s old coworkers?”

I shook my head slowly.

“The flowers are always fresh.”

Alice frowned.

“Does it bother you?”

I looked at the roses again.

“No… actually it doesn’t.”

“It just makes me wonder who remembers him so faithfully.”