I Pay For People To Touch Me…
Things No One Speaks About.
3 min readJul 21, 2020
The Art of Touch. I vaguely remember it. Gentle, Soft Caresses. Hand-holding, is the Movement of Hair with a Slight Finger Touch. Hugs. Passion.
A distant memory…..
It was not my choice to be alone.
Life Happens.
He died.
A doctor, Ph.d. Brillant man?
A healer to others, but not himself.
He ignored the symptoms.
Broke his leg tripping on the golden retriever.
Colon cancer found Stage 4.
18 months- no hope just hell. Hell on Earth.
It leaves all close to the fire just empty, not warm.
Burnt to a crisp of no recovery- ever.
In the beginning, people surround you after the death of a loved one.
