On a chilled winter evening, an older man sat alone on the bus carrying a bunch of fresh flowers. Across the aisle was a young girl, whose eyes came back again and again to the man's flowers. The time had come for the old man to depart for his stop. Impulsively, he thrust the flowers into the girl's lap.

"I can see you love the flowers", he explained, "and I think my wife would like for you to have them. I'll tell her I gave them to you."

The young girl accepted the flowers, and then watched as the older man stepped off the bus and walk through the gate of a small cemetary.