Retired, Bill had ample time to work in his yard. But they say he really did it for his wife, Betty.
One February, Betty died. That March, Bill didn’t put down mulch. When the grass began to grow, he didn’t cut it. In May, he planted no flowers.
That summer, Bill’s grass grew wild. A neighbor stopped by to check on him. No one answered. She peeked inside. The place was vacant.