Just a Simple Hello 💙

Good afternoon friends!

Today, I just wanted to say hello…and to tell you all that I think you are amazingly wonderful. Why? Because each of you are so talented, unique, and beautiful in your own ways…and on top of that….you are definitely the coolest group of bloggers in the blogosphere. 

With that said, I will leave you with a well-known but still one of my favorite Helen Keller quotes…

“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched—
they must be felt with the heart.”

With love, 
Phoebe 😊

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May I Have a Hug? 💚

In honor of National Hugging Day,
Puppydoc would like to wish each one of you an extra warm, cuddly hug for the weekend. Let’s all find someone to hug today…but be sure to give yourself one too–you definitely deserve it!

With love,
Puppydoc

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La Paz, Bolivia

A moment between little Ester and her father.

The Hug.

Bitterness.
Each word, a slap.
Each consonant, piercing.
Bursting in like a winter’s storm,
you permeated into our lives.

We wanted to help you,
but we only came to fear you.
Many shook their heads in pity.
Some avoided you.
Others talked about you.

Contempt.
Each gesture, scornful.
Each insult, stinging.
My attempts to talk to you
only seemed to anger you more.

You terrified me. Yet I yearned.
To see. To know. To understand.

I knew you were frustrated.
Your disease, unforgiving.
Slowly devouring. 
I knew you were discouraged.
Your body, powerless.
Slowly succumbing.

But why wouldn’t you let us care for you?

Desperation.
Each day, the same.
Each encounter, fruitless.
You turned us away again and again. 
Until one day I confronted you. 
I asked you why.
And you told me.

I know you don’t really care. This is only your job. 

My job.

It all made sense.
The bitterness. The coldness. The distancing.
I understood.

Stepping forward,
leaving behind the pride, the decorum, 

my arms enclosed around you.
The fear escaping my racing heart
only after you made a move to wipe your eyes.

You then collapsed into me.
My shoulder, an insulation
to the sound of choked sobs.

You never said a word.
But in your cry I heard your anguish.
I heard desolation.
I heard relief.

Things were never the same after that.

Your bitterness was gone.
Your words, softer.
Your eyes, warmer.
You allowed us to care for you, 
remaining strong even
as your disease progressed.

Until one day, like winter’s snow, 
the seasons beckoned for you to leave.
But even then, as you faded away,
you reminded me of the day everything changed–

The day I gave you the hug. 

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