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Am reposting this as surprisingly a year later the same feeling has crept up on me.
Touch can be considered a basic sense in that nearly all life forms have a response to being touched. There are times in one's life that they need touch... this is one of them.
Today I experienced so many forms of touch...
... the crispness of my sheets
... the spray of water cascading over my body
... the tickle of my hair falling across my face
... the caress of lotion on my skin
... the comforting feel of my Daddy's flannel shirt
... the silkiness of undergarments
... the softness of a blanket
... the warmth of sunlight on my skin
But somehow today, they all have left me feeling empty for there are times one needs a human touch... a hug, a squeeze of a hand, a simple touch... by another human being.
NOTE: The flannel shirt is my Daddy's I took it out of his drawer to wear as a sleep shirt when I was in High School. He always joked about when was he going to get his flannel shirt back. So one year for Christmas I gave him some new flannel shirts as well as this one with a note saying:
Daddy, there were times and trials in my adult life that you could not be there to comfort me and hold me... during those times I would take out your flannel shirt and wrap myself in it. And you were there. Thank you for always being there for me!
With tears in his eyes, he gave me back this flannel shirt to keep with me always.
It is now worn and tattered with a split all the way up the right side, the shoulder is torn, the ends frayed and some buttons missing. My Mom confiscated it recently to sew it up and I took it back because I love it just the way it is... "Loved and worn and soft to the touch"