The Pope

When walking through town yesterday morning I saw a couple of older chaps sitting on a park bench in Cuba Mall, with their shopping, just chatting. I noticed they were proudly displaying their crucifixes on the outside of their jerseys and were wearing black arm bands. I assumed that this was a sign of mourning for the Pope. The Pope means nothing to me, I only kind of understand what he is, but have no idea of what he does or in fact the whole Catholic system. However, I felt a jolt of sadness when I saw these guys in their arm bands because I did all of a sudden feel loss on some level for these guys, because I do acknowledge the importance of such a figure in their lives.