“Officer Starr, there’s a group of people like yourself…”

            There are people like me? Other people who have lost their families, longing to see and know and touch the people who made them who they are? Are there really other people who can understand the intensity of my longing? All my life no one has ever understood. No one has ever really cared. Will these people who feel as I do care? I will care about them, feeling their hurt as my own, and I will understand it as I always do.

            “Sometimes it helps to know you’re not alone.”