It had been the most difficult of days, I could see the puffiness surrounding her eyes. Lingering evidence of the copious tears shed that day.
The first anniversary of that awful day. The day when she felt a piece of her leave this earth in the coffin with her Mum.
Today, as she relived those memories, her heart broke open again, the wound was angry, raw and painful.
I approached slowly, tentatively, knowing my words, any words would hurt.
I am sorry. I have been thinking of you all day. Are you okay. None of these words spoke of the depth of my concern, none of these words seemed enough. I wanted to acknowledge her pain all the while knowing nothing would take it away.
She avoided my gaze as a fresh batch of tears began to sting her eyes and the knot in her throat rendered her speechless.
I slipped into position beside her, both of us patiently waiting, side by side.
I remained silent and respectful.
Slowly I reached over and gently held her arm.
She flicked her gaze up, her eyes thanking me for not speaking, for knowing she preferred the silence.
The power of the human touch.
The moment when another persons skin makes contact with yours.
The moment when we connect more deeply with another.
This magical and magnificent time of the year is filled with moments spent with those nearest and dearest to us.
As you race around shopping, cooking and entertaining this Christmas take a moment to offer the one truly amazing gift you already have, the gift of touch.
Squeeze your friend tight as you hand her a Christmas card.
Hold your Nanna’s hand when you pay her a visit.
Rest your hand on your partner’s leg as you drive around.
Lie in bed with the kids and tangle yourselves up in hugs.
Hold that goodbye hug a moment longer when you stop in on Mum and Dad.
Reach out the opportunities are endless to plant a kiss, grab a hand, pat a shoulder and truly connect.