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.
This resonates with me and I am sure many others. Sometimes saying nothing is saying everything I feel. As I am sure you have heard me say many times it is your presence not your present at any time that is all I need. Very sensitive article. My sincere wishes for all dealing with their grief .
So very true Karen. So very true.
Beautiful. There is nothing like the connection that comes with human touch in good times and bad.
Touch, touch touch Mo, nothing better.
Karen, oh yes–presence. The greatest gift. Sitting silently in love. Heart hugs to you. Beautiful, inspiring post. xo
Reread again – so worthy of a reread. The greatest gift, indeed.
Touch is one of the 5 love languages, and one that I love to give and receive. Thank you, Karen, for sharing this inspirational post with us. It’s written so eloquently, and so true. If only more people realized there are times when no words are needed, but only a hug or some other affectionate touch.
Oh, forgot to mention I found your blog through the Ladies Only Blog Share Link Party. So glad I found it and look forward to reading more!
Angela, thank you for your kind and generous compliments. The 5 love languages how beautiful.
So very true! Sometimes the best thing to do/give is just a kind touch for someone who may truly and deeply need it. And even if it isn’t that needed…it still feels great. Hi from Sharefest
Often we don’t know we need that hug. Thrilled you stopped by.
I really enjoyed this post! You are right in that there is nothing like a nice, warm embrace or to grab hold of someone’s hand as an expression of love, thanks or gratitude. These are the little things that we often overlook!
Tiffany I am thrilled you enjoyed it. We do overlook those magical expressions of love and gratitude and yet there is nothing better.
Beautifully written Karen and so very true!
Thanks Corlie
This is so beautiful and so true, Karen. The gift of yourself is such a precious gift, even to those who are not hurting. Thanks for sharing at Sharefest.
Thanks Rabia, we are an amazing gift just as we are. Happy Sharefest.
Now that’s is an excellent gift that we can all give as long as we make the choice to!
So true Rachel it is all about our choices.