Reach Out and Touch ….Someone Elderly
I have noticed that the nurses and health aides, who have appeared at Bea’s bedside over the past couple months, all seem to be aware of this reality and touch my mother. They do their best to make physical contact.
As I am feeding Bea this morning, I kiss her forehead. Coming in close, I tell her, “We love you.”
Bea rewards me with that twinkly smile of hers. “I love you,” she says. “I love your face.”