tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13326268.post113443459057081600..comments2007-03-16T16:43:24.506-07:00Esther Altshul Helfgotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197997357138853342eahelfgott2@comcast.netBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13326268.post-1134765925895477452005-12-16T12:45:00.000-08:002005-12-16T12:45:00.000-08:00Esther I love the way you restore him to us even as you tell us how his language deteriorates ...Puahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09471002970767039072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13326268.post-1134607054555587692005-12-14T16:37:00.000-08:002005-12-14T16:37:00.000-08:00it must be difficult to know..so touch can no longer be spontaneous...and the fear at night...how like a child he becomes..mmarzipanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18328447838362438565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13326268.post-1134510745650802252005-12-13T13:52:00.000-08:002005-12-13T13:52:00.000-08:00Sometimes the simplest touch annoys him; at other times, like at night when fear grabs him, touch is joy and miracle ...Esther's Writing Workshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197997357138853342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13326268.post-1134441943589245612005-12-12T18:45:00.000-08:002005-12-12T18:45:00.000-08:00'a softer brushing hand, one with the child still in it'..<BR/>reminds me of a scene in a film i recently saw where the child is brushing the mother's hair every night to ease her pain..i guess as adults it's easy to forget how heavy our hands can be..how they harbor so many emotions..but also how they heal when the touch is barely felt.mmarzipanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18328447838362438565noreply@blogger.com