I go and visit a very old man who is all but blind. When he answers his door he shuffles up and takes my hand and every time there is a caramel in his old wrinkled hand. He looks at me with his watery eyes and thanks me for coming. We visit. He tells me about Russia, his home that he misses. His wife is gone. He is lonely for her. I care for him. Being so gentle, making sure I put everything back exactly where I found it. At the end of our visit my heart aches because I don’t want to leave him in this sad and lonely state. He shuffles up to me again and puts his hand out, his thick Russian accent, “Here is your goodbye caramel”. My heart swells and breaks just a little. The all consuming sweetness of it. This man. Oh, god, How he makes me forget the news with all hate and anger. A soul that is all alone in the world, loving and giving away caramels just because he is grateful that we show up.