I Destroyed My Best Friend’s Grave Because of What His Widow Told Me

or hear his voice.

He died eight months ago. Motorcycle accident on Route 9. Hit a patch of gravel on a curve. Gone before the paramedics arrived.

We buried him on a Saturday. Two hundred riders at the funeral. Full escort. His Harley led the procession on a trailer draped in black.

His wife Rachel stood at the grave in silence. Didn’t speak at the service.continue reading …