Today my son and daughter in law came out to have supper with us to celebrate Father’s Day. They bring some dishes with them and we make some so it’s easy and fun. Tonight when they were leaving I looked at my son and said, the hell with this, and I hugged him. We have seen each other from a distance but I haven’t been within 6 ft of him since the first of March. I can say it is the longest hug I have ever had. I thought maybe I was squeezing him too tight and too long but when I tried to loosen my grip he was holding on for dear life. By the time we separated I was sniffing back tears, he was sniffing back tears and my husband and daughter in law were sobbing.
As they said, that hug was the most meaningful hug we have ever seen. My son and I are really close and we never part ways without a hug, a kiss on the cheek and am I love you.
During the past 3 months I have had a fair amount of progression and I’ve had two rounds of chemo. Normally we would have hugged a hundred times. I cannot explain how that felt. Over three months of not hugging my son has been so so difficult for me but I couldn’t go any longer. I NEEDED that hug and I guess he did too.
Hugs really do heal a person. I’m am sure each and every one of you that have been separated from their children over Covid will understand.