“My name is Sam Miller-Greene. I’m here because my husband went missing more than a year and a half ago.”
Already he was stumbling, using the word “missing.” He still had trouble saying aloud that Henry had died, although he did accept it now.
“I’m sorry.” Sam cleared his throat. “He died. Henry died.”
Sam took a deep breath and looked at the other forlorn faces in the circle. He was the last to make his introduction speech and he’d been dazed by the variety of stories told by the others.
He continued his story. “At my family’s insistence I saw a personal grief counselor a couple months after it happened. I guess it helped. I was able to function again, but I think it was just too early, too fresh. I wasn’t ready to let go of things, so I still have a lot of issues dealing with this. I
