Saturday, April 5, 2014
Thanks for the hug
I'm rushing around trying to get a whole bunch of mundane tasks done before I'm out the door. There are important backyard meetings and I seem to be late. Standing on the landing of my childhood home, about to go out the door, I see my grandfather, and I think, I better give him a hug because I may not get another chance for awhile. So I stop, and we hug, and it feels great. Suddenly my morning alarm rings and I try to go back to that place, but the moment is gone.
A wonderful dream, but the hug was real. I felt it all day long and it lingers even now, two days later.
Thanks for the hug.