In less than one month’s time, Nancy and I have been overwhelmed by the flood of stories shared so openly with us in person, via e-mail, on FB, and in this blog. Each has its unique shape and circumstance, but the nucleus revolves around love, loss and the challenges of remaining vertical for 5 minutes longer. We survive in increments, don’t we, one moment, one hour, one breath at a time. Last week, during several presentations and interviews for our book, I noticed that in each crowd, there was always one spectator lagging behind, needing to stay and whisper a few words into my ear. One was a young man in his early twenties, who walked me to my car and then quietly shared that both of his brothers had died only days before he was to leave for college. A day later, I lunched with a woman who tried for years to conceive, finally adopting a beautiful son, only to lose him to suicide a few years ago. Our e-mail boxes are filling up – we are obsessed with wrapping our arms around this most unthinkable circumstance of loss. My own family still avoids the grief-talk so these intimate exchanges, often times with strangers, are soothing and a balm to the crazy voices that haunt and torment me (us) without warning. Just as Nancy and I found safe harbor through our chance meeting, we invite you to be part of this family. With the holidays about to bombard us, it feels like an opportune time to make contact, start sharing survival strategies, build our community, and welcome each other into this club. Let us hear from you, whether it be in words, unfinished or run on sentences, stanzas of survival, or in your darkest hours. We await you, with open arms.