I stood as a witness. Nothing more, nothing less.
I’d only met the deceased once, but I knew his daughter.
I stood as a witness. I’d only met the deceased in passing, but I knew his wife.
I stood as a witness. A coworker. Not quite a friend but something more than a stranger.
A witness that they mattered.
That the empty space they left behind is felt.
A witness that we don’t understand but that we walk this path together.