A Biker Showed Up At My Wife’s Grave Every Week And I Had No Idea Who He Was

This has become our ritual. Every Saturday. Me and Mike. Sitting with Sarah. Sometimes talking. Sometimes just being.

Last week, Mike brought Kaylee. She placed flowers on Sarah’s grave. Cried.

“Thank you for saving me,” she whispered. “I won’t waste the life you gave me.”

Mike’s not a stranger anymore. He’s family. He checks on my kids. Helps around the house. His wife bakes for my daughter.

We’re bound now. By Sarah. By grace. By love.

People might think it’s strange — the widow and the biker at a grave every Saturday.

Let them.

I know the truth.

Sarah gave everything to save a child she didn’t know. And that child’s father has honored her memory every week since.

That’s not strange.

That’s beautiful.

That’s exactly who Sarah was.

And I’ll make sure the world remembers it.