Comments on: The Squeeze that Broke the Dam

By: JJ

JJ — Sat, 01 Sep 2007 04:13:54 +0000

The message about your Dad also touched me. I was an only child. I have a brief memory that Dad hugged me when I was a little girl & then the next time was @ my wedding. He died of a heart attack @ 47 years old. There were no warnings to this horrible event. On that fateful day, Mom & Dad had just driven to Balboa Park in San Diego to enjoy the Christmas lights. When they were getting ready for bed, Mom heard some strange noises. She found Dad on the floor in another room gasping & holding his chest. My little Mom managed to get him in the car. She didn’t have the presence of mind to contact the police, ambulance, nor myself or even neighbors. She just drove to Grossmont Hospital’s emergency room crying, holding onto my Dad’s hand & repeating how much she loved him. She begged him not to leave her.

I was with Dad on the 3rd day @ the hospital. The doctor said Dad was improving. I was thrilled & happy to spoon feed Dad a bowl of soup. He told the doctor “so much attention for a minority” (we’re filipino). He died the next day. I grieved & did a quick inventory of the things I failed to do for him & Mom. It was too late to correct anything. I should have been more demonstrative, hugged tight, held his hand, rubbed his back. But then I needed to be there for Mom. The grief we felt was terrible. I promised myself to let Mom know how much I loved her with hugs, daily calls, holding hands in silence, & that Dad would be watching over us even while playing one of his favorite board games – Scrabble.

Mom died of leukemia many years later. I still manage to smile because she & I shared a lot of affection, mutual admiration, & silent glances.

He was her best friend. They wrote music together, sang together, played Scrabble. Their display of affection was apparent in public.

By: spinchick

spinchick — Mon, 13 Aug 2007 20:27:13 +0000

HtG, I thought of you when I wrote about massage…and my (ex)sister-in-law. You both rock. Power to the massage therapists!

By: Heather t.G.

Heather t.G. — Mon, 13 Aug 2007 17:29:20 +0000

“As a side note, massage therapists are amazing people. They are true “healers” of body and soul.” Very true! Massage tharpists are the BEST! Touch , to me, is best explained like a conductor of electricity. When the connection is made, it opens up the “freeway” of energy. The sadness can leave thier soul, while the comfort then can come on in! It’s more soothing than traffic though!!! Aside from the emotional benifits that are more obvious, I’m glad that you “touched on” (notice the play on words!) the physical benifits and the changes that are actually made on the chemical level.

***Attached is a “cyber-hug” for you!***

By: Toni

Toni — Mon, 13 Aug 2007 17:23:16 +0000

Your story is very touching and made me cry. Touching is one of the many things I miss about living in San Diego. Watching the sunset and giving hugs was a neighborhood ritual that simply felt right.

By: spinchick

spinchick — Sun, 12 Aug 2007 18:19:40 +0000

Tammy, with guys it can be particularly hard, because many of them are not used to touching unless it’s in a sexual or possessive way (excuse my bluntness). I am fortunate to have a couple of guy friends who are great and natural touchers. It feels relaxed and comfortable rather than forced.

As parents, we are our childrens’ teachers and we show them what to expect from life. When fathers cuddle and are close with their daughters it teaches young girls that they can be loved for who they are – and that they don’t have to “put out” with boys when they are older to get attention or affection. In my opinion, anyway.

There is “needy” touch and there is “giving” touch. When you feel sad or upset, you touch someone to feel better. When someone else is sad or upset, you touch them to provide comfort. It’s like the perfect hug, where everyone gets what they need.

As a side note, massage therapists are amazing people. They are true “healers” of body and soul.

By: Tammy

Tammy — Sun, 12 Aug 2007 17:50:46 +0000

Very touching story. I don’t think we realize the value and need for touch, until it is missing. I come from a very affectionate family and am the same way with my own daughter. However, my husband’s family was not that way and so neither is he. It is something we have struggled with.

By: spinchick

spinchick — Sat, 11 Aug 2007 01:34:54 +0000

Kristen, I looked down just now found Oreos in my lap…how did they get there? I don’t even LIKE Oreos. But it’s been a stressful week and that’s all I had in the house. :-}

On my dad’s last day, I sat by the hospital bed holding his hand (again) in mine, and rubbing his chest with the other. After he died I found myself rubbing his lower legs – I don’t know why. I couldn’t stop for about 30 minutes after he’d passed. It was weird. I think I just wanted to make sure he knew I was there. And because maybe I couldn’t fathom that he was gone? One minute alive, the next not. Maybe it was a nervous gesture on my part and also a way to collect myself.

You and I have the opportunity to effect change – with our own children. I tell mine I love them every 5 minutes. I hug them all the time, we cuddle (or “kos” as we say in Norwegian), I rub their backs. My son rubs my upper arm when he is tired or stressed. They don’t know any different. They are very loving children. I hope that carries on into adulthood. Thank you for your comments and forthrightness (see, I know big words – but I had to look up the spelling).

Jack and Spinchick, 1967

By: Kristen

Kristen — Fri, 10 Aug 2007 18:59:27 +0000

Helen,
We have so much in common, you and I. We both love food, and probably both use it for comfort from time to time, although we know not to. And our relationship with our fathers are much the same.
I have not had to opportunity to touch my father in that way yet, he is very resistant to touch. I pray that someday I will have the same chance to express how much I love him. You’re article made me cry.