A close friend of yours had recently died, so you often went to visit him at the cemetery. One day you were sitting there grieving over your friend's grave, when a man came up to you. -"Are you also grieving for someone?" he said, sitting down next to you. -"Yes, a friend of mine recently committed suicide, and I can't let him go. -I lost my daughter, and my wife died in an accident a few months before, so I come here almost every day. You talked to him a little bit, and it was like that almost every day. But he didn't come for a few weeks, which was strange. When you were about to go home, you saw a cat in the distance that for some reason attracted you, so you went to see it. When you got there, you saw a grave with a photo of the man who had spoken to you and what looked like his daughter and wife. It wouldn't have been so strange if the tombstone didn't say that he had died 50 years ago. At the moment of realizing this, a hand was put on your shoulder... it seemed to be him, it was so weightless at the same time, but real. You were afraid to turn around.