This time of year is hard for me because it brings back memories of the last few months of my husband’s life here on this earth. When I woke up this morning, I found myself lying in the fetal position with my arms wrapped around myself. It’s hard when you are alone and don’t have the man that you married beside you to wrap you in his arms and comfort you and to say “I love you.
God tells us that He is the God of all comfort, but there are just times in our lives when we need God with skin on to give us a hug. Human touch is one of the most important things to a widow and one of the things that we miss the most. How good is feels when someone else in our family cares enough to just come up and give us a hug.
Reflections From My Porch Swing 
(((((((Candy)))))) ~ I know this isn’t as good as physical touch, but it’s from my heart to yours.
FlowerLady Lorraine
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Oh Candy I understand completely! I have had many mornings like that.
Hugs and blessings to you my friend!
Linda
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Yes, Linda. I know that you understand. Thank you for reading and for commenting.
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Thank you, Lorraine.
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