"At the reunion park, there was a man on the dead side and a woman with a young boy on the living side.  The man was crouched down to the level of his son and the boy kept pressing against the divide between them as though it might give way if he pushed hard enough.  The man put his fingers against where the boy’s fingers touched the ‘glass’.  He was leaving tiny smears there from the melted ice cream he had been clutching just a few minutes earlier."  Read more on the blog.