This was a striking view I captured during my morning Los Angeles adventure. Later, in a high level of an old building I shared this photo with a stranger to show him the new world we live in. The man stood silently for a few seconds and told me his wife and friend had died. I didn’t know if he was talking about two different people or he meant his wife was his best friend. I took a gulp and asked him if it was from Covid. He said his wife was diagnosed with diabetes and Covid finished the job. I didn’t know what to say other than I was sorry.
Other than the occasional creaks of the elevator it was a long, silent ride to the lower level.
1 thought on “The Silent Ride”
Sometimes we are the conduit for the stranger to exhale the pain of a loss. Thanks for sharing! Have a great day.