The other day I posted a piece about the fragility of love. I also wrote what a kiss can say.
I felt sorrow and sadness reading how Rod Kratochwill remembered his last kiss with his wife:
Then there is the kiss that is the last kiss you will ever get, even though you didn’t know that it would be the last at the time. That’s one of the hard parts the suddenness of the loss. One morning you get up take your shower, and as you get out to let her take her shower, you give her that big morning hug as you do every day not knowing it’s the last. And then, the next morning there is no hug. And the morning after that, there is no hug, and the morning after that……..
And the hunger sets in, and grows.
