When missing out is missing people
I bumped into a woman near my house on the way back from walking my dog yesterday. I’d never met her before but she was casting around in a way that suggested she wanted to talk, so I slowed a little.
“The man in this house, I think he had a stroke and moved away.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Did you know him?”
“Yes, from church. For years. But people just disappear and no one knows you’re gone. It’s a funny old world, isn’t it?”
“You noticed that he’s gone. And I’ve noticed that you’re here to talk to. I think more people notice than we’ll ever know.”
Today, tell someone before you have to.