How strange that 31 years later today, I would feel the same desolation stemming from just the thought of becoming unable to touch, and be touched, by people I love. Just when you need to be touchedI am just about to come to the end of my week-long bout of conjunctivitis, or, more popularly, sore eyes or pink eyes. The irony is that like many very feeling persons, whenever I am sick, I like to feel loved, to be pampered, touched, hugged, sent flowers to, fed porridge by caring hands. The loneliness of the sick is severe when he/she does not feel loved by anyone. He needed for just a grandchild to come near him, how he needed to feel loved.

Source: Philippine Star April 29, 2020 15:56 UTC