i touch the sadness, try to sense what it's about, it seems about "missing", missing warmth, the hugs, a sea of kindness and smiling faces (and, of course, there's my mother's illness too). i guess that's what it was like for me at the group. in the morning, every single one of the other 36 men seemed more than happy to greet me with a big caring smile and a big hug too. a sea of kindness, smiles, warmth. and i return from the men's group to a very loving family, a very loving wife, a phone call with a dear son, time with a loving mother - but i 