He seemed to be talking to
Himself as he shopped at the
Grocery store.
Later, as I waited in line, he
Pushed his cart up behind me and
Asked, "How are you today?"
"I'm good. How about you?"
I was surprised when he began to
Sob.
"My wife died two years ago, and
I miss her so much."
I tried to console him as I placed my
Groceries onto the conveyor belt.
He continued to lament, interspersing
His conversation with off color words.
The cashier averted her eyes, not
Knowing what to make of us.
I lagged behind so I could talk to the
Gentleman as we left the store.
The widower had been married 38
Years and recently moved to the
Area to be near his kids.
"I just can't get over losing her."
I listened and shared bits of my
Own story of loss.
I gave him one of my tracts, and as
I left I told him I would pray for him.
I couldn't relate to the man's
Vocabulary or to his unusual
Mannerisms.
But I could identify with his
Broken heart.
I could share his grief.