For months, I couldn’t understand why my husband’s gravestone kept getting egged. At first, I thought it was random vandalism, but the incidents kept happening, each time getting worse. I was frustrated and confused, unable to comprehend why someone would target a man so loved by all.

One night, after cleaning up yet another mess, I decided to stay at the cemetery to catch the culprit. The quiet of the night only intensified my anxiety. At midnight, I saw someone approaching. My heart skipped a beat when I recognized the figure—it was Greg, Tom’s brother.

I was stunned. Why would Greg desecrate his own brother’s grave? Frozen in shock, I watched him stand by the headstone, tears running down his face as he muttered to himself. Just as he lifted his arm to throw another egg, I confronted him.

Greg froze, his face filled with guilt, and through his tears, he admitted the truth. Overcome with grief and unresolved guilt, he blamed himself for Tom’s death. His pain had caused him to lash out at the one memory he held most dear.