7 May 2017

Someone I met today was someone I met before.

It was the man with the felt heart pinned to his shirt... But today, he had his daughter with him. She looked to be about 5 or 6, and she was sweet and playful. It made me wonder how old the son he lost was. Younger than her? Older than her? How long ago did he die.

Do you wonder about the little pockets of people that you meet in passing? Maybe not. I was told it was a weird thing to wonder once.