This daily word came through towards the end of a monumental shift. I have struggled and processed the shift most of the he night.
Reflecting on my night, there is a time for tenderness.
I sat with a family and watched a surgeon hold a mothers hand so tenderly while delivering horrible news. I watched a grown strapping man dissolve, a sister gasp for breath and a mother remain silent holding the hand of the surgeon. This was a time for tender touch, kindness, compassion and words.
The tender touch can have such an impact in such a devastating time.
Hug those you love xx