Missing the Kisses

When all the pictures were collected from our great box of pictures and our albums it amazed me how many of the pictures included Marsha and I with our lips together. You would think that's all we did was kiss. But boy do I miss those kisses. I'm mostly an internal person. I live in my head a great deal and often I am unaware of my body, although when I'm healthy I find ways to exercise. I miss Marsha in a lot of ways but the affectionate touch is probably the single greatest. I say this as Marsha visited me again last night. Once more she was with me in my sleep in a way that seemed too real, as we just held each other and kissed.

They say you need to have several hugs a day in order to be well adjusted, and more than that to have emotional growth. Well I had a well balanced life for sure. It has been hard to even recognize that void in my life. I think the very real dream visits of Marsha have brought it to the surface and yes I think that is at least one of the places where I feel the loss strongly.

I do know the touch of the everlasting arms. I do know the comfort of being held in the palm of God's hand. I do know the power of God's presence that is as close as the air I breathe. At the same time I have always said that sometimes we need God with skin on. We need the God that resides in other people. Marsha was for me so often that God with skin on. Tired or overwhelmed, joyful or depressed, Marsha would wrap her arms around me and life was good. We take for granted so much in the ebb and flow of life. Again we need to put more value on the little things we receive from our relationships. Cherish the moments don't get lost in the natural conflicts without getting equally consumed by the natural warmth. Don't hold onto the thorns and miss the flowers. Boy I miss her kisses.