Thrice, elderly women stopped me on the streets and asked to be fed. I fed them.
A man approached me and requested a contribution. He said he’d lost his job and his family was starving. I obliged.
An octogenarian sought my help crossing a street. I did my bit.
None of these people was a beggar.
How was all this connected with my loved one’s death? Search me, but it happened only then, and never again.