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Death of a hug

By September 17, 2020 No Comments

I have to make a bold admission: I am a hugger. I’m not ashamed of that—it’s how I express myself (to those who are willing) to embrace in friendship.

If we have learned anything from the global pandemic it’s that there is now a certainty that some things have changed—maybe forever.

In January, we could not conceive that we would lose our sense of ease in the world. Our sense of safety in standing next to a family member or friend was shattered and the ability to hug right along with it.

It’s nice to list the positives that have arisen from the crisis: cleaner air, a quieter environment, a simpler life, a deeper appreciation for health, astounding medical advances. They’re all wonderful and meaningful and indeed, important to cling to.

But…the carefree feeling and taking for granted the safety of closeness with others is gone. Not forgotten, but definitely gone.

Will we ever reclaim a sense of ease?

Will a vaccine usher in a new era of comfort?

Will we ever be able to greet each other with a hug again?

I sure hope so!

Cheers,

Michael