He knew his final days were approaching. The cancer had spread like wildfire in his body. But that isn’t what pained him most. What haunted him in early morning hours was that he would no longer be there to protect her. He would not be there to ward off intruders or to carry the heavy loads or to wipe away the tears so that she could see the sun again.
So on one of those early morning, he went over and planted the marigold seeds in her front flower bed. She wouldn’t know for some time, but he did. And it brought him some peace.