Simple Greeter

He had really had no preconceived ideas of what death would be like, but he would never have imagined this.

Henry had lived his life as a simple farmer. The kind of farmer who worked the land with hand tools. He carried seeds in a canvas sack strung over his shoulder and spilled the seeds into the ground from the palm of his hand. He relied on mother nature to keep them watered.

There had been no pain the day his heart quit. He transitioned easily from living to dead in the space of a single step.  Now he passed his time in the cemetery watching for new arrivals. Gave him a might blessed feeling to be able to help those poor souls. Especially the ones who had lived their lives in front of computer screens and microwaves. He loved introducing them to the grass, trees, and moonlight.

It was always moonlight when he removed his tattered straw hat and waved it in welcoming. It was only at night that he could see the others. During the day he kept to himself, enjoying the flowers that arrived on a regular basis.