Dear Aunty, quite acute and moving is your observation. In a flash I am seeing an angle here: A stranger is someone who does not know anything about us, someone who would have fresh eyes to look at us. So s/he is a person without any judgement of us and expectation from us. So in front of a stranger, we give permission to ourselves to be ourselves. Not all strangers of course but in front of those who, through their presence, communicate their deep care for us. So if we deeply care about someone close to us, could we also be fully present, like a stranger, to them at times of great difficulty like grieving? Could we be a "caring stranger" to everyone in our life? This amounts to caring without biases, attachments and aversions I suppose. It is a strange type of care indeed! Thank you aunty.