WIDOW SUPPORT GROUP

You, sir, are a scumbag. I mean who hits on women at an Emotional Support Group for Widows and Widowers? Maybe you're a widower in need of companionship. Maybe you watched Wedding Crashers high one too many times and Will Ferrell's character just made sense. I'm not judging.

WIDOW SUPPORT GROUP

You, sir, are a scumbag. I mean who hits on women at an Emotional Support Group for Widows and Widowers? Maybe you're a widower in need of companionship. Maybe you watched Wedding Crashers high one too many times and Will Ferrell's character just made sense. I'm not judging.

She sits in the circle like a statue. As the other widows and widowers spill their insides out in detail to the group, she remains silent and motionless. She looks like a GHOST, a wraith, a lost soul wandering through the land of the living aimlessly.

Her piercing blue eyes seem to hold a sorrow and longing and despair so profound it steals your breath away. She looks at you. Through you. Beyond you. Into the void that was, once upon a time, her own reflection.

"Would you like to share with the group?" the counselor says in a gentle tone.

"I um...I feel," she fights back tears as if she was about to burst, "I'm sorry. I can't...I'm not ready."

She is so weak, so fragile, so perfect.

As the group breaks, you spot her at the coffee machine and move in.