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.

Laura DavisComment