Witness

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.

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