Seriously, I’m gonna be a blubbering mess today.
Today is not a day that should be a day.
"’Tis the human touch in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more to the fainting heart
Than shelter and bread and wine;
For shelter is gone when the night is o’er,
And bread lasts only a day,
But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul alway"
— The Human Touch by Spencer Michael Free, from A Treasury of Poems (via bodyfluids)