When I was on Facebook I wrote about my wife's death. My dear sister-in-law gave me a book written by a woman who had lost her husband at a young age and how it affected her life and actions. I liked the book but it was distinctly written by a woman, for women.
That was problematic for me.
So I decided to write a page regarding my wife and her death and how it changed me for both good and bad. I called it "Widower 101, or How to Lose Your Wife Without Killing Yourself."
It was sad and funny, and a man who I don't know and who I have never met, sent me a message that said that he had not cried nor laughed, in the 5 years since his wife had died suddenly, and that reading what I had written helped him somehow.
I never wrote back to him and we did not become friends. He never "liked" me and I did not seek his friendship or approval. I just know that he felt what I had felt or was feeling and that brought us together for a moment.