I was working and listening to a podcast when suddenly I heard a loud wail, followed by sobbing. Startled, I turned around. The guy behind me was surrounded by people and he was crying hard.
I kind of knew, in my heart, but I waited quietly, holding my earbud in my hand.
My co-worker was taken off life support.
At lunch time, another friend, looking at her phone, said, "Debby? She's gone."
We sat quietly, teary eyed.
Suddenly, with great emotion, the woman blurted out, "I don't understand the anti-vax people. I never will. The statistics don't lie. She died because she didn't get the shot. People just need to shut up and get the damn shot." She collected her garbage in a rush and headed for the trash can.
Not one person argued.
At random times this day, I found myself crying over something that suddenly popped into my head. I would stop to wipe my eyes. I didn't feel self conscious about it because I was not the only one.