The Observer

From a hospital window:

I watched a handful of people walk out into the parking lot. From their somber exchange of glances to the way one put an arm around another I could see they had just lost someone. At least one of them wiped tears off his face, another stood with her head down making a phone call. Their expressions were resigned as if they had expected it to come. And slowly they parted after the reassurance of a nod, handshake or hug.

All that I know is that someone has died, someone was loved and those left behind love each other.

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