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.

spilled across the ground in a dark, uneven pile. I knelt to gather it back together with my hands.

That’s when I saw something pale buried deep inside.

At first, I thought it was a root.

Then I realized it was fabric.

A small bundle, tightly wrapped and secured with thin black thread.

My pulse roared in my ears. He had given me that pot. Personally. Planted continue reading …