From firefighters to employees of Cantor Fitzgerald, we found so many common themes throughout their stories. All we wanted to do was create some kind of magical universe that would bring these innocent victims their loved ones again. But we can’t.
What ran through their stories was how perfect, how handsome, and how loving their husbands were….and what they all wanted from us was to find a man exactly like that.
These husbands in the minds of their wives will never grow old, bald, over weight, leave their dirty socks on the floor, get sick, have financial woes….they will always be young and vibrant in the eyes of the women who loved them. These brave women were in love with a phantom, a ghost, and as wonderful as their men were, they were still human and fallible.
In (understandably) idealizing these men was going to create finding new love one day near impossible. I was wondering if this “syndrome” is common to most widows, or if it simply seemed more profound because there were so many suffering at once.



