It's like that candy bar commercial. The loud crunching blocks out what the person is saying as you think about the situation. After my daughter's graduation, people flocked out to the exits and into the halls of the stadium. Well, I flocked out with a bunch of Witnesses from my old congregation. The twins are Witnesses, so they were just mingling and hugging the other Witnesses. I was just looking. I saw one of the younger ones who's now a grown man with his children and holding a newborn baby. I didn't say anything. Man! I wanted to hold that baby and give it a look over! The young man's father was there and he looked me in the eye. I just nodded my head at him. What was I supposed to do? I didn't hate them? They have a big family; so it was like a big flock of them. Totally awkward!
What's really strange is that I remembered them as brother and sister so and so; and I remembered their children's first names. I said to my husband there's Brother So and So. Not there's "John Doe". Old habits die hard!