How can it be a year since we last saw him, heard him, smiled at him . . . How can it be that time actually passed . . .
A gentleman approached us and expressed sympathy so heartfelt that we asked him whether he had lost a child, too.
"Yes," he replied quietly as he looked down at his shoes. "It was 17 years ago . . . or maybe it was yesterday . . . I can't always tell." And we saw the tears land in the dirt at his feet.
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