He Never Had Ketchup Again

May 16, 2015  •  Leave a Comment

He Never Had Ketchup Again

He never had ketchup again.

He never had ice cream again.

He never had a Coke again.

He never added salt again.

He never had popcorn again.

He never had pie again.

He never drank water again.

He never was thirsty again.

He never picked blueberries again.

He never had a pickle again.

He never had cabbage again.

He never had pickled eggs again.

He never picked a tomato again.

He never had corn on the cob again.

He never was hungry again.

He never ate again.

He never got socks for Christmas again.

He never asked about the weather again.

He never went home again.

He never slept in his bed again.

He never smiled again.

He never dreamed again.

He never was sad again.

He never spoke again.

He never cared for somebody again.

He never prayed again.

He never was sick again.

He never sang again.

He never saw christmas lights again.

He never needed to asked a question again.

He never paid his respects again.

He never was cold again.

He never strolled on a beach again.

He never put out his flag again.

He never took a pill again.

He never fixed something again.

He never lost his glasses again.

He never found his glasses again.

He never got mad again.

He never went to church again.

He never felt pain again.

He never needed to see a doctor again.

He never cried again.

He never taught again.

He never will be seen again.

He never saw his wife again.

He never saw his grandkids again.

He never saw his daughter again.

He never saw his sons again.

He never saw his daughter-in-laws again.

He never saw his son-in-law again.

He never held hands again.

He never golfed again.

He never went camping again.

He never told a story again.

He never told jokes again.

He never built something again.

He never saw a collage football game again.

He never planted a garden again.

He never played cards again.

He never did a jig saw puzzle again.

He never played sudoku again.

He never flew again.

He never rode a train again.

He never saw a sunrise again.

He never felt rain again.

He never saw a rainbow again.

He never saw Florida again.

He never saw the colors of Autumn again.

He never felt the sun again.

He never saw fireworks again.

He never saw a sunset again.

He never saw large, fluffy snowflakes gently falling again.

He never decorated a christmas tree again.

He never changed a clock again.

He never changed a battery again.

He never cut out a coupon again.

He never filled the dishwasher again.

He never used duct tape again.

He never had a photo taken of him again.

He saw his mother again.

He saw his father again.

He saw his bothers again.

He saw his sisters again.

He talked with his Army buddies lost in the War again.

He talked with his classmates lost in the War again.

He talked with his classmates lost over time again.

He talked with his childhood friends again.

He drove his first car again.

He went fishing again.

He could breath again.

He became free.

He loved us.

He was proud of us.

He will always matter to us.

He will always be loved.

He will always be missed.

He will always be at peace.

He has gone home again.

Jesse Thornhill

September 9, 1923                     February 26, 2015


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