{"id":266,"date":"2026-07-14T13:58:49","date_gmt":"2026-07-14T13:58:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kitchensecrets.delicedcook.com\/?p=266"},"modified":"2026-07-14T13:58:49","modified_gmt":"2026-07-14T13:58:49","slug":"a-biker-came-to-my-wifes-grave-every-single-week-and-for-months-i-had-no-idea-who-he-was-p3-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kitchensecrets.delicedcook.com\/?p=266","title":{"rendered":"A BIKER CAME TO MY WIFE\u2019S GRAVE EVERY SINGLE WEEK, AND FOR MONTHS, I HAD NO IDEA WHO HE WAS. P3"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>But this biker grieved her like he had lost someone irreplaceable.<br class=\"html-br\" \/><br class=\"html-br\" \/>Sometimes, from my car, I saw his shoulders shake.<br class=\"html-br\" \/><br class=\"html-br\" \/>Sometimes, before he left, he placed one rough hand against her headstone and kept it there for several seconds.<br class=\"html-br\" \/><br class=\"html-br\" \/>Like he was saying goodbye all over again.<br class=\"html-br\" \/><br class=\"html-br\" \/>By the third month, I could not take it anymore.<br class=\"html-br\" \/><br class=\"html-br\" \/>That Saturday, I stepped out of my car and walked toward him.<br class=\"html-br\" \/><br class=\"html-br\" \/>He heard my footsteps but did not turn around.<br class=\"html-br\" \/><br class=\"html-br\" \/>His hand stayed pressed against Emily\u2019s name.<br class=\"html-br\" \/><br class=\"html-br\" \/>\u201cExcuse me,\u201d I said, my voice sharper than I intended. \u201cI\u2019m Emily\u2019s husband. I think it\u2019s time you told me who you are.\u201d<br class=\"html-br\" \/><br class=\"html-br\" \/>For a long moment, he said nothing.<br class=\"html-br\" \/><br class=\"html-br\" \/>Then he slowly stood, turned toward me, and looked like a man who had been waiting six months for this question.<br class=\"html-br\" \/><br class=\"html-br\" \/>Finally, he said:<br class=\"html-br\" \/><br class=\"html-br\" \/>\u201cYour wife was my\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kitchensecrets.delicedcook.com\/?p=267\">NIXT&gt;&gt;&gt;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>But this biker grieved her like he had lost someone irreplaceable.Sometimes, from my car, I saw his shoulders shake.Sometimes, before&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-266","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kitchensecrets.delicedcook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/266","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kitchensecrets.delicedcook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kitchensecrets.delicedcook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kitchensecrets.delicedcook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kitchensecrets.delicedcook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=266"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/kitchensecrets.delicedcook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/266\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":269,"href":"https:\/\/kitchensecrets.delicedcook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/266\/revisions\/269"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kitchensecrets.delicedcook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=266"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kitchensecrets.delicedcook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=266"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kitchensecrets.delicedcook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=266"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}