I lived in amherstburg for a while and during that time Id take a walk once a month to the bridge on alma where someone so very close to me has a memorial set up. I'd go there too write letters to him, and tuck them behind the photo. One brisk Fall afternoon (2 almost 3 years ago) while I sat there writing, a car stopped and a woman got out, brought over to me a hot chocolate, told me she had seen me there before, then apologized for intruding... That was one of the kindest things! You did not intrude! Thank you for your kind gesture!