November 4, 2001
He was an old man. Sat at that same window everyday. He watched them walk by every evening. They wondered what he thought of them. Two little girls growing up. Sometimes he would smile. Sometimes they would greet him. But at they grew up they stopped doing that. They wondered how many more days they would see him. They wanted to see him there forever. But things change. How long can a man just sit there. One day he was gone. In an odd way, they were sad. They didn’t know him. He was far, yet he was so close.