Donna met Charles years ago, when he worked with her late husband. But it wasn’t until Camp Widow in 2025 that the three of us—Donna, Charles, and his sister Paulette—met together for the first time, drawn there, like many people, by loss.

After the conference, a familiar question remained: What now?

Some of us had aged out of existing groups. Others found that options didn’t quite fit. We were looking for something more inclusive. More flexible.

So we started small. A meal. A table. A dozen people showing up as they were.

Join Our Table grew from that simple idea:  a low-pressure, age-inclusive space for anyone whose partner has died.

Over time, something else emerged: a glimpse of what’s possible.  After his first gathering, one member who had cared for his wife for several years said:

“I didn’t know life like this could exist again.”

Sometimes, what matters most is simply having a place to gather and a chance to see what might still be possible.