...a little girl is frightened from very loud thunder so she runs into her parent's bedroom and climbs into bed. "Honey...you'll be okay. Jesus is with you and you're safe and sound," the mother says or something to that effect. The little girl nods and says, "I know, Mommy, but I want to be with someone with skin on them." We long for the closeness that only physical intimacy provides; not sexual although that can be a part of it, of course. We want...no, we NEED human touch; that holding and caressing and contact that says 'I know who you are and it's alright; I will not go anywhere.'

So often we may dismiss the cry of the lonely. Some of us have no one to hold or hold them. Others live in anonymity with loved ones who know nothing of the daughter they raised or the 'other' woman in their own marriage ; that dilemma of living stuck in two worlds and living in neither. It says to rejoice with those who rejoice, and we may be joyful for Katie and for Dorothy. And we mourn for those who have lost loved ones from ignorance or misunderstanding. And weep with those who have yet to have someone to hold.