And then he looked down and said "My wife died last year." Married over 50 years, he can't remember life without her. She was the girl next door.
I've heard widows and widowers say that when their spouse died it felt like they had lost the very center of themselves, their core. This gentle soul just wanted to go home. As I finished praying with him, he took my hand and kissed it. I asked him when the last time was that he was hugged…..he couldn't recall. With infections so rampant in hospitals we, as ministers, have been told not to hug a patient. I absolutely understand that. But, this was an exception. I asked him if I could hug him…..he wept. How I wish there could be "hug therapists" or something like that. Hopefully the love he felt from the hug will carry him for a while…at least until he can be home and cuddle with his little dog.
The importance of the human touch can't be measured in words. Some things can only be spoken in the heart.
Have you received a hug today…..have you shared one?