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.

He had handed it to me with a soft smile and said, “It’s low-maintenance, like us.”

I kept it by the walkway and tended it like it was a living memory.

That morning was warm and still. I decided the plant needed fresh soil. I lifted the pot carefully — but it slipped.

It hit the tiles and shattered.

The sound startled me more than it should have. Soil continue reading …