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Archive for December, 2009

A change in plans

Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009

For some reason that was never clear to me, Natalie did not go home on Tuesday. Then I got a call from her mom at 1:42 on Wednesday afternoon. I was still convinced that Nattie would be cured or healed, or at least be with us long enough to get hospice care at home, but Mary’s words at least partially penetrated my fog; her organs are shutting down. I needed to get to Indianapolis.


The Touch of a Hand

Tuesday, December 1st, 2009

(Originally published on Tuesday, June 05, 2007)
(Dictated June 4, 2007, to Daddy)
Through this illness I have realized the importance of the gentle touch, whether it is rubbing hair away from forehead, or even the prick of a needle.
Yesterday I realized even more the value of the touch of a familiar hand.
My blood pressure dropped to zero. All I could see around me was white, and all I could smell were clinical smells. If not for the touch of my mother’s hand, tethering me to reality, I don’t know if I would be alive today.
As I gripped her hand fiercely, I also recognized how much her hands felt like her mom’s. I’m sure I squeezed life from those little hands, but they were so precious to meā€”that link between Mother, Daughter and Granddaughter.
Those hands returned my squeeze, while their lips softly sang old Gaither tunes.
Never underestimate the power of a gentle touch.
Copyright Natalie Rose York