All the grown couple wanted was a short walk, twice around the condominium complex, before stepping into the heart of their day.  He went around twice in the four minutes it took her to make a round, but he insisted she complete her second round.  He’d wait on the bench.  When she came around, he was still on the bench, leaning over to pick something off the ground.  He stayed in that position till she reached him, and till their son, moments later, lifted him into his car.  Though his heart still beat, his brain was by then already dead.  Doctors stopped their efforts within an hour.  What will I do now, the wife asked her elder sister on the phone.  My dear heart, the sister answered, that will be revealed to only you in moments, when you get to them.  To say more is to say nothing.