On a fairly recent, long journey by National Express coach, a lady joined the coach and sat next to me.
I was tired and in a reflective mood, due to the circumstances of my journey. At the time I would have preferred to travel in silence, but the lady started a conversation. It soon became apparent that she needed to talk about the recent death of her adult daughter. My heart went out to her, as, four years ago I lost an adult son. I was able to listen to her story and eventually share a little of my bereavement experience with her. There was so much empathy between us. We helped one another. When I reached my destination this lady stood to let me out of my seat. We were face to face in the gangway, looking into each others eyes. Then we hugged, long and close.
I think of her, a stranger, who I'll never see again, but who has a corner in my heart forever.