His wife died ten years ago and soon after, he decided to hit the road. Many of us lose ourselves in our sorrow, others search for new beginnings without knowing what we are searching for.
“I am 60 and I applied for an apartment… I think I will get it before the temperatures get really cold,” he told me.
“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.” ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow