I live on the west coast in Oregon, my 88 year old father Isaac lives on the east coast in New York. So spending time is so precious. We last saw each other in Los Angeles last year when he was visiting my stepsister and her family. I will forever remember our meeting because of the sweet instantaneous feeling I got in my hand when we walked together and held hands. My stepmother Dolores walked behind us and commented how sweet it was to see us holding hands. It meant the world to me. I could feel all the love in this experience. We have had our differences over the years but the love always is there. In that one instance, I could appreciate and feel the deep connection between us. Safe and loving touch is so vital to our keeping sane in this world.
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