I really miss Tom’s hugs. I can do this widowhood thing. I hate it, but I have to do it, and I can do it. I just could really use his hugs right now. His “your day has really sucked, I’ll give you my support, you give me your stress hug”. The hug that could take as long as I wanted it to. I called them “soul hugs.” They were strong, warm, full body hugs. The type where I really felt like he was holding all my weight. And through the duration of the hug I could feel my worries subside. I would feel so much better just knowing I had his support. Physically, mentally, emotionally.
I need one of his hugs so bad right now. I want him to make it all better just for a few minutes anyway.
He would so happily take my stress from me and give me his strength in one simple hug transaction. If I could just hug him now, for even a couple minutes a day, I could do all this just fine. That’s how strong and supportive he was.
Even a few seconds of a good soul hug gave me enough courage, strength and somehow wisdom to continue on.
The thing is, I had no idea what stress was back then.
Isn’t that ironic.
