Hugs

We weren’t meant to be cooped up in our homes with minimal contact. With no one to talk with for days and no one to give you a hug. The last time we were with Brian he gave me a great big hug before he left. It was a really good hug, one that I can feel to this day. Hugs say a lot. A real hug that is ….. not one of those pull you close peck on the cheek hugs but, a real wrap them up, hold them tight and don’t want to let go hug. That’s what it was. I didn’t want to let go. I didn’t want it to end. It was important to me that Brian knew how much I loved him and hugs seemed to be one of the ways he could understand that. I’m grateful for that hug, it feeds my soul.

COVID 19 response has forced conditions that are unnatural, conditions that quench the human soul. There are so many that are isolated, especially the elderly and it’s sad. They are sequestered in their small rooms going days without any human contact. That’s especially true in non-Latin western cultures where the elderly have been marginalized. In societies where the family is being dismantled, where family has little value. Without family where do the real hugs come from? There are people out there today that need a hug.

Can I give you a big virtual hug this morning? If you need it take it, I love giving hugs, great big bear hugs. Then pass it on to someone you know is lonely. It’s a good feeling, for each of you.