I Don’t Remember Hugs (thank you, Brothers Osborne!)

This is dedicated to all the huggers out there (you know who you are!) . . . Hugging is one of my love languages – how about you? It’s been so long, it’s hard to remember what a hug even is any more (slight exaggeration, but I sure do miss frequently hugging!). We huggers live in hope that the day will come soon when we can give and receive lots of hugs again. Thank you, Brothers Osborne, for your great music! May God bless you, protect you, and give you peace!

Music: “I Don’t Remember Me (Before You)” (Brothers Osborne)

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Words by me: Did I stop and watch airport goodbyes? Get hugged so tight it took my breath away? Did I embrace visitors at home? And give bear hugs when I met with friends? Those memories are distant, missing all the children, but I really don’t recall. Last year was a hard one, hope COVID won’t last long, waiting for some new kind of normal. We see pictures, and we tell stories ’bout the way things used to be, but I don’t remember hugs. How did life change suddenly so fast? The present doesn’t seem too much like the past. Did we imagine what we’d be doing without? That we’d have new ways of hanging out? Those memories are distant, missing all the children, but I really don’t recall. Last year was a hard one, hope COVID won’t last long, waiting for some new kind of normal. We see pictures, and we tell stories ’bout the way things used to be, but I don’t remember hugs. Was a tight clasp even real? Now my heart aches, I’ll tell you how I feel. Those memories are distant, missing all the children, but I really don’t recall. Last year was a hard one, hope COVID won’t last long, waiting for some new kind of normal. We see pictures, and we tell stories ’bout the way things used to be, but I don’t remember hugs.