We easily dismiss or overlook the power of touch. I saw my double amputee, diabetic grandmother this weekend in the nursing home is Adamsville, TN. I can never explain the energy from her smile when she sees and recognises my ugly mug. It is as joy abounds in her heart and spreads to her face. I was born out of wedlock and my folks were married a year later and 5 others followed. My father tells the story of how "granny" refused to let me leave her presence for that year. My grandmother babysat us for many years while my parents worked. We have a very strong bond that time or illness or age hasn't been able to tarnish. The gift of touch speaks volumes in a hand massage or kiss on the cheek.
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