Hold My Hand

It was my uncle’s funeral, and I held my grandmother’s hand tight. On the flight over, I had read about research being done in neuro-psychology how pain is subjective. When a person has someone to support them through the pain, physiologically it is proven that less pain is actually experienced. Women were exposed to a shock and it registered less painful when their hand was being held by a loved one. And so it was that day… it was my uncle’s funeral, and I held my grandmother’s hand tight.

May we all share in joyous occasions, and may we all reach out and hold the hands of our family, friends, and loved ones through troubling times. Pain happens at times in our lives. May it be far and few between, but when it does, may we support each other and lighten the pain in those times of sorrow.

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