For Weeks His Roses Vanished From His Wife’s Grave—So He Installed A Camera And Discovered Something That Changed Everything
I started bringing crimson roses every Sunday, without fail. Always seven, always wrapped in paper like she liked. But by Tuesday? Gone. Not wilted—gone. No petals, no stems, no trace. At first, I thought maybe the grounds crew tossed them early. Or maybe animals. But week after week, same thing. Other graves still had weathered…