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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I relate to what you write about...I live in Portland, OR and my parents, who are 80, live in Florida. They are still able to travel but I only see them once or twice a year and I know it will be even harder when they no longer travel. Already, we have concerns about their driving but they are fiercely independent and it will be really hard on them when they have to give that up. I wish they were more tactile but perhaps your mentioning hand in hand has inspired me to take more initiative when them.

Here's to aging gracefully!


Thank you for sharing your story. It speaks of the importance of human touch and connection, and the need to value those around us, while we have the opportunity.

Time is precious.


Thank you for writing something so moving to so many. Your story brings a beautiful image to mind. Just 3 months ago when my nearly 80 year old mother awoke from a difficult surgery, I entered her room in the ICU, took her hand in mine, and with the other gave her a "thumbs up" to confirm that things had gone as well as we had hoped for that day. I will never forget that moment in time, and I thank you for bringing it to the surface again!