After over a year we finally met at a cafe, the ‘cheerleaders’ who had been meeting monthly for dozens of years. We were enjoying each others’ company so much the ladies at the next table told us they envied us, and we asked them to join us, and one did. The hunger for others seems so great, for sharing our traumas and beginning to plan our futures. What do we know about what our lives will be like next week? So much has changed, and it is so hard to base our plans for the future on our past.

So it’s imperative to hang on to each other to keep some sort of balance.