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It's very easy to isolate a dying spouse through the best of intentions
Terminal illness hurts. Your skin hurts, your muscles hurt, movement hurts.
And you don't want to cause more pain, so you withdraw, just a little.
And then a little more. Soon hugs are A-frames, and kisses are quick and fleeting. Like having to kiss a not-so-favourite uncle at a reunion, when you were a kid.
You don't want this...but as a caregiver, you shrink from causing more pain, and in that action cause more than you can possibly know.
Dying is a lonely business. Yes, I know, we should feel the presence of Jesus, and if we don't we're not trying hard enough...I've gotten that message, and it's rubbish. It addresses only half of the question.
Faith is one thing...and as that one thing, it's a great comfort.
But I'm not a purely spiritual creature yet, and it would be nice to have an arm around me.
Having to ask, every time...."Please put your arm around me!"...it sounds kind of bad. Asking for charity.
I don't need charity. I need love.
Even if it hurts.
(Many thanks to Survivor the Rottweiler for agreeing to help provide the graphic. Though the picture doesn't show it, he weighs in a something over 150 lbs. He is the most lovably good-natured goof I have ever met.)