The touch of the softest skin – my mom’s face, the touch of my dad’s fragile body as I try to help him up from a fall, the touch of my Aunt Jean’s manicured hands detached from the mind who doesn’t know who I am . . .
Our hands dance lightly, feeling the love, the tenderness, the sensuality. It is a deeper awareness and connection than I had dared hope for.
It is heartening in its own expression of loving – and I am grateful that I stayed when my mind said it didn’t matter to her. Who is to judge what deeply touches another, what provides comfort?
I was happy to experience these special moments.
Seven months later . . . my aunt’s hands are no longer there to hold and I’m thankful that I had spent that precious time. I am also grateful to have another opportunity to visit my parents, who will soon be 90 and 91, thankful for each moment that I can touch, hug, and hold them.
Who in your life is in need of a loving touch, a kind word, a smile?
Be kind to someone and loving to yourself. Stay in touch with the ones you love.
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