Have you ever stood in front of a mirror and just looked at yourself, trying to see what other people see? What makes you, you? It's a harsh reality when you look in the mirror and see nothing. This is how it started ; An old graying man looks back at me, with anger in his eyes. He looks like he wants to reach out and punch me, for the life I threw away. The man in the mirror is what is left of me, just a shell of my former self, crumbling before my eyes. No hope for the future. Although he has the love of his children and his grandson, there is a void, a hole that his wife left. His very soul taken, shredded and thrown to the ground. Forcing back the tears that want to fall, he swallows hard, as if to swallow his pain. Pitiful old fool, never to know the love of a woman again. Two times death has eluded him. What is he even looking back at me for? I don't have the answer he seeks. STOP LOOKING AT ME OLD MAN!!!! I turn and walk away, yet he remains. His lip begins to quiver.......His eyes well up with tears........one streaks down his face and lands on his shirt...........his mouth opens.........with a pleading unsteady voice he says................PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!!.........I paused for a moment........I wish I could..........He hung his head low, the tears in his eyes, flowed down his cheek like a dam had be broken...........He turned and walked away............I watched, as he faded into nothingness. There I stood, looking into an empty mirror as my life slowly fades away. Not only am I separated from my wife, I'm separated from myself and all who once loved me.