Would love to be at that table someday.
Sadly, many of the guests at that table are no longer around. Some I miss greatly.
A couple of them were still wearing green when Katrina hit and were members of the response team. They actually visited my home while I was in exile and put a big blue tarp over the gaping hole in my roof.
The love developed during shared times in hell can be very strong and long lasting. None of us appreciated it at the time, but the bonds we built have been awesome over the years.