Hug deficiency

A man living in the neighborhood would come to visit a friend who lives in my building.  They had conversations at the window of the apartment rather than inside.

The man and I started having conversations.  Sometimes we passed one another on the street while he walked his dog or was riding his bicycle.  I eventually learned that he lives only two blocks up the same street.

One day when we met on a corner, and I asked him for a hug.  I hadn’t had a hug in a very long time, and I desperately needed one for my hug deficiency.”  Julio obliged with what can only be described as a bear hug.  He lifted me at least a foot off the ground.  My response was a loud squeal.  I knew what to expect in the subsequent hugs I received from Julio.  They were powerful and caused me to laugh.  They didn’t cure my hug deficiency.

Jorge turned 90 on July 8th, and I stopped by his apartment one day to see him.  I jumped with joy when I saw him walking to the door with his daughter Silvia.  I danced with Jorge during the first few months of living in Buenos Aires.  We danced at Viejo Correo in Caballito.  After a few minutes of conversation, Jorge extended his arms to me.  I entered his embrace.  What I felt that moment in his arms was what I remember when we danced.  The feeling of tenderness, compassion, and love was overwhelming.  I cried. His embrace was a gift.  It was the hug I needed from a man who I have known for many years.  I will never forget it.

My hug deficiency was cured that day.  My body remembers the feeling.

One Response to “Hug deficiency”

  1. tangogeoff Says:

    It’s so nice to hear your keyboard, Janis ❤️❤️❤️

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