A great thing happened to me today and I felt compelled to share.
I walk my sister’s dogs for her as she has some mobility issues. On my way to pick up the dogs I crossed paths with an elderly gentleman of East Indian descent. I said good morning to him and he extended his hand. I shook it and asked, “How are you?” He didn’t say anything but he opened his arms for a hug. I accepted his unspoken invitation for a hug and all he said was, “Good.”
The point of all this is that not only did he need a hug, but in fact, so did I. You see, my dad has been gone for many, many years but I still miss him dearly. The hug was warm and heartfelt, and it made me realize at that moment how much I missed my dad’s hugs.
This man was my dad’s age or older and I wondered what perhaps he had lost in his life and what that hug reminded him of?
I grew up here and I love my Ladner community.