I read in the local paper yesterday that someone I knew as a kid passed away just before Xmas. I haven't seen this person since my Dad died 15 years ago but he was a family friend for a long time.
It's strange but only a few weeks ago he cropped up in a conversation with J. He wasn't the kind of guy that was sensitive but when I was 12 he gave me an act of kindness that I have never forgotten, and it was this I told J about. For that, and that alone I feel sad that this person has died so young. I feel for his sons (who I was quite friendly with when we were younger and for his daughter that I hardly knew.)
His kindness to an upset 12 year old girl - probably not even remembered by him, will always be appreciated.