Now, That He's Gone

I didn’t think I would miss him, and I was right. There are brown spots in the yard where I scalped it with the lawnmower, I don’t care, it’s just grass and it grows to fast anyway. He would have been sure to point that out to me if he’d been here. I can fix that hole in the fence now that his old dog won’t be coming through it to beg scraps. I am not going to miss that old dog either. And I sure won’t miss that bad hair cut he wore for years. I’m glad I won’t have to laugh at his poor old worn jokes anymore. I won’t miss having to show him how to play dominos, or work on his old beat-up car, or fix his worn-out tiller before we replant that garden in his back yard. I will miss them tomatoes thou, now that he’s gone.