Five years after my husband’s d.eath, I accidentally broke a flower pot he had given me shortly before his d.eath: And what I found b.uried deep in the ground made me scream in horror.

brutal clarity.

He wasn’t lying at the top step where you’d expect someone to slip.

He was at the bottom.

The railing he always grabbed had been loose. We had talked about fixing it. It had wobbled before, but it had never given way.

Had someone tampered with it?

Had someone been waiting?

The doctors ruled it a fall. No further investigation. Rain, darkness,continue reading …