Sitting alone looking out across the Golden Gate, the boy caught my attention.
I sensed a sadness and loneliness coming from him. Without thinking, I walked down and asked if I might sit with him. He said yes. His young face reflected a soul sadness, a sadness I’ve witnessed too many times my life. I knew whomever he lost left a void he could not comprehend. He could not imagine life without the person.
We sat silent, watching the fog roll in. His tears spilled over and began rolling down his cheeks. He sobbed, the deep the quiet, guttural sobs of a boy lost in his grief…
