Two Years

Two years ago, when my husband died, a friend gave me a peace plant. It has bloomed many times—and it has grown. In fact, it has outgrown its pot.

On this, the second anniversary of his death, I’m moving the plant to a larger pot, a decision that seems symbolic. I’ve done the hard grieving. Now it’s time to give grief the space to dissipate into peace.

You write whatever response you deem fit.