My neighbor's wife left him

and he sat alone in their house for three days. He couldn't unlock the door, or turn the door handle or open the door because he had no hands. He had no arms below the stumps above his elbows. He couldn't hold a phone or dial 911. He couldn't kick out the windows. He had no feet. No legs. Only stumps above the knees.

...but this isn't about what he couldn't do. He could do a lot of things. He used to roll his wheelchair out, crook the hose in his armpit and water the lawn steering with the other stump. Other days he would work both stumps and rake leaves. One time the City awarded his garden the best in town. Maybe they knew he was trying harder than most. Maybe not.

Later he died and the lawn looks like crap once again.