A mysterious biker began visiting a woman’s grave every week - and her husband had no idea who he was. For six months, the same ritual repeated like clockwork. Every Saturday at 2 PM, the man arrived on his Harley, walked to Sarah’s headstone, and sat beside it in silence for exactly one hour. He never brought flowers. Never spoke. Just sat cross-legged beside her grave, head bowed and still. At first, the grieving husband assumed it was a mistake - perhaps the biker had the wrong grave. But as