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From: ETM <>
Subject: Re: [ML] THE SUBJECT IS Hugs
Date: Thu, 17 Apr 2008 12:10:49 -0400
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Hugs are special and they can come to us in
surprising ways. Not long after John's death, I
started attending a nearby UMC. The two ministers
were very special but the assistant, a woman, was
extra special. When leaving services, I always
made a beeline for her doorway. I knew she would
give me a hug. I really wanted her Sunday hug. It
made my week.

Elaine

In the land where there is no parting, God unites
those who have loved one another. --New Avon
Cemetery in North Dakota

Hello MEMORY-LANE

On Thursday, April 17, 2008, you wrote

> Hugs, I love them, but not from strangers.
> There is a man at church, 6'4" tall that
> will not just give me a handshake, he grabs me
> and gives a good hug. I start to give him
> a handshake, and he will shake my hand with his
> right hand, then with his left arm give
> me a g big hug. I like his hugs. Nothing but
> a friendly hug is implied. He and his
> wife sit behind me in church. Most of the
> people in church are sufficient with
> handshakes, but then there are some like Gene.
> My pastor's wife gave me a hug once and I
> made the comment that I like my hugs, so from
> then on, she always gives me a hug every
> time we meet. She's my age. With Pastor, we give handshakes.

> My kids always gives hugs when we meet than
> when they leave. Several years ago when I
> saw my grandson, I gave him a hug. He was
> stiff. I told him he would never be too big
> or too old to get a hug from his Grandma. That
> still goes. Now he's 22 and taller than
> his dad but he still gets a hug. He's given in
> over the years and hugs back. My
> granddaughter is a hugger. She's a sweetheart.
> My older son lives in TX so I don't see
> him very often. When he would see me, he would
> give bear hugs. I finally told him,
> please, no bear hugs, it caused me to wet my
> pants. So now it's just a hug. <grin>

> The first Sunday after John's funeral, an older
> couple was sitting in front of me in
> church and he put his arm around his wife.
> Just a small gesture like that, but I started
> crying. I wouldn't be getting any more hugs
> from my husband, he wouldn't be sitting next
> to me in church any more. Often times I would
> slip my arm in his arm, just for
> closeness. It's the little things that I still
> miss. Eating out by myself is no fun
> altho I still go.

> Emma




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