Every Sunday, I visited my husband’s grave, looking for comfort in his memory. For a time, it was soothing—until I found raw eggs smashed on his tombstone.
At first, I thought it was a mean joke, but the reality left me heartbroken. I trusted the person behind this more than anyone else.
Owen, my partner for 25 years, had died suddenly from a heart attak. The love of my life disappeared in an instant, leaving me to navigate life without him. For months, it felt like I was stumbling through a fog of sorrow. My only relief came during my Sunday trips to the cemetery where I felt close to him again.
My routine went on without interruption until three months ago when I arrived and found something odd and disgusting. Owen’s gravestone had been covered with eggshells and yolk. I cleaned it up thinking that maybe it was just a one-time thing. Two weeks later though, it happened again but worse this time! The messes were bigger and the insults sharper; someone seemed determined to attack my husband even after death.
I asked the cemetery workers for help but they didn’t seem to care much at all! There were no cameras around where Owen lay buried so reporting this seemed pointless too Every time I’d wash off the gravestone my heart grew heavier with anger and confusion Why would someone do such a thing?
The night before Owen’s anniversary of passing sleep wouldn’t come easy Memories of him flooded back—his laughter his touch his presence By morning light i couldn’t wait any longer so i threw on my coat & drove over to the cemetery in early dawn silence As i got closer to his grave i stopped dead in my tracks.
Eggshells surrounded the headstone while someone stood there holding an egg.
I yelled out as fear gripped me When that figure turned around breath caught in throat—it was Madison My sister As everything became clear shock turned into fury Madison confessed she & Owen had been having an affair for five years She said he promised her everything yet left her empty Her anger spilled over into this cruel act.
Her words hit hard Could this really be true? Had the man I’d loved betrayed me like that? Her accusations brought up memories I’d never questioned: business trips late-night calls & Madison being close with Owen Doubts crept in mixing with grief making things even harder.
The next day i met Madison’s daughter Carly cautiously bringing up what happened Carly looked shocked She denied knowing anything about an affair insisting her mom acted out of jealousy “Mom always thought you had everything” Carly said “But Uncle Owen loved you! If there was anything between them I’d have noticed.”
This gave me some clarity
Madison’s bitterness couldn’t overshadow our love or all those memories we created together Whatever truth existed here—I realized that i could choose how to feel about Owen either let Madison’s rage ruin what we shared or hold onto our joy together.
