I visit a friend regularly at his grave site. I bring a notebook, blanket and I talk to him. One day as I was sitting there I noticed a young kid (5-7ish) and he started walking twords me. He asked me what I was doing and if I thought my friend could hear me. I said yes, I believe he does and if he doesn't it sure does make me feel good to talk to him. He said he talked to his mom too and he hoped she could hear him. He ran off for a few minutes and came back with a few flowers and placed them at my friends headstone. He looked at me and said I think he'll really hear you if he knows you brought him some flowers.
I will never forget that kid and how simple and beautiful that act of kindness was.