mr hutchings

When Mr Hutchins who was the father of a dear  friend died I would see him still walking down the walworth road in london going to work just as he did everyday solid as a rock the same as always. I wonder if in all the crowds of people that wander through the markets and streets how many of them are dead as I  cannot tell the difference. People I know would ask who are you talking too and I would just think that they were teasing me. So I must look pretty silly sometimes and I try to avoid crowded places.