There was this man .Who lived by us that use to tend to the cematary.He would keep it up all the time.He lived alone and had no family and he had pride in his job and stayed at cemetary most time keeping it up.One day I passed the cemetary on the road heading for town get ciggerettes.And thought i stop and say hi to him.He was getting old and fragile looking.We greeted each other and i asked him if he needed any thing he said he loved greens all he eats.His favorite food his late wife used cook it for him.I said, okay and we said our good-byes.Later on few months The man died .He had a heart attack and passed away.I was passing the cemetary on the road again.To go town.When i thought on the hill i saw the man that i used to see when he was alive tending cemetary.He was bend down pulling up weeds .From the stones.I parked my car and preceded walking up the hill .Wondering who this guy was that far away looked like man i used know lived by me.If it could been a relative i never met since i never met any and he was alone.I was trailing up the hill close the guy was buried and looking for the man i seen.When i didn't see him no more so i thought since i was close guys grave yard i'll stop and pay my respects.Then standing by there was him. Then he vanished.I looked down at his grave and i saw greens growing beside his grave and the cemetary was kept up except for wild greens at his grave.So i got home.Later i ask my cousin who tends to grave yards now.He said, nobody yet.They havent got noone yet.He said why? i told him the story he didn't beleave me.So we went back there and we seen him again.He turned around then left.I havent been there since.
