I stayed there for a moment longer than necessary. Not out of obligation, but because something had quietly passed between two lives that would never meet. A simple act, asked without expectation and given without witness, had bridged absence and presence.
That afternoon reminded me that kindness does not need to be large to be lasting. Sometimes it is enough to carry what another cannot, and to place it gently where it belongs—allowing love to travel the final distance, even when time and the body no longer can.
