While I Was Mowing Grass........

Most Of Us In The Midwest Have Been Mowing Grass On A Weekly Basis. As A Matter Of Fact I Always Mow Weekly. I Mow At Three Different Locations Here In Danville. I Could Have Made Mowing Easier By Getting A Riding Mower. I Decided Against It Because I need The Exercise. I Have Lost 14 Pounds Since April 1st And I Hope To Lose Another 30.
As I Mowed The Back Yard This Afternoon I Thought Of The Many Times I Have Mowed This Yard Over The Years. I Mowed This Grass Since I Was A Teenager Living At Home With My Parents. Soon The Grass At 713 Will Be Mowed By Someone Other Than A Miller Family Member.
Of course I Done Alot Of Reminiscing As I Mowed Today For The Very Last Time. As I Mowed The Small Mound Of Earth That Covered Mr Bear I Remembered Fondly Of The Tomato Snatching Caper He Partook During The Summer Months. After Watching Billie Pick The Biggest And Juiciest Tomato His Time Came After Billie Would Return To The House. I Cannot Remember How Many Times I Have Drove Up As Mr Bear Would Be Carrying A Ripe Tomato To His Favorite Shady Spot Under The Elm Tree. I Would Sort Of Scold Him For Doing It But Half Laugh About It Because I Had Never Seen A Dog Eat Tomatoes. Mr Bear Was One Of Those Kind Of Dogs You Never Forget. He Is Buried Under That Shady Elm Tree.
Brandy Came To Me In A Dream Last Night. I Have No Idea As To Why. I Shared This Brief Dream With Billie This Afternoon. Nothing Special About The Dream Other Than What I Remembered About Her While We Shared Our Lives Together. Maybe Those Memories Are Flooding My Mind As The Days Grow Closer To Leaving 713.
After Brandy Died Billie Purchased A Beautiful Little Outfit To Be Buried In. It Was A Tearful Goodbye That Day.
Buffy Was A Pekingese That Belonged To Billie. Billie And Buffy Had A Special Relationship. Buffy Had Broken Her Neck Jumping Out Of Bed.
I Became Flooded By Emotions As I Recalled All The Loving Pets That Shared Their Lives With Us While We Lived Here At 713.
When I Shut The Mower Down I Looked Around The Yard And Said "Thank You". Thank You For All The Great Memories That Will Last My Lifetime. They Are My Memories And Mine Alone. Some Day Those Memories Will Be A Part Of One Of My Stories To A Friend Or Grandchild Or Anybody Who Cares To Listen To An Old Man Talk About The Bygone Days At 713.