Saturday, August 23, 2025

Done

 

He decided he was done.

His kids had their own lives, and his wife had her hobbies and projects.

He couldn’t get excited about hobbies and projects.

So, he went out into the backyard, dug a hole, and dropped into it.

For the next week, everyone tried to talk him out of the hole.

Finally, his 4-year-old granddaughter threw a book at him and said, “If you’re gonna die, at least read me a story first.”

He climbed out of the hole, dusted himself off, went into the house, put his granddaughter on his lap, and read her a story.

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