On the Loss of Touch

Photo by Nick Kenrick

This week, I missed my grandmother’s touch. I didn’t hug my mum or kiss my dad’s cheek. I didn’t invite my auntie to come in for a cup of tea. I didn’t lean in to touch a friend who is hurting. I didn’t visit grieving family friends. Have we ever needed the solace of touch more? Especially those who live alone. The grief and anxiety has been overwhelming in this pandemic year. Pockets of love and loneliness that we do nothing about, in case we are unwitting transmitters of ...