My grandfather died when I was only 7. Back then, he was my best friend. When I was in high school, I was at the cemetery visiting his grave. I was crying. There was a man there and he asked me who I was visiting. I told him. He asked if he had just passed away and I told him no, it had been a long time. He then told me how lucky my grandfather was to have me and he walked away. That was it. Less than 30 seconds of a conversation left a lasting impression. Everyone comes into your life for a reason. This man comforted me in ways no one else could. It a moment in time I will never forget and forever be grateful for.