The lost art of holding hands

I was able to visit briefly with my mother over the weekend.  She is 93, and I am so grateful that she is still on the planet.  We held hands in the car on the way to the airport.  I've never held her hand for so long, and I tried to imprint that feeling somehow…. Knowing that it will not last as a physical impression, but will only last in my mind.   It is such a small thing, and we didn't speak about it, or even look at each other.   It is amazing to just be that present.  Holding hands was the right thing to do and the only thing needed.