The power of a hug

I just re-read a blog post from the 22nd of October. I wrote how I went to see my parents and that my mum and I stood and held each other for a long time. I wrote "she's here, I have to remind myself of that. I can hug her whenever I want to, and that means everything."

It did mean everything. My mum's last words to me were "hug you", in Swedish obviously. And I did. I hugged her long and hard.

I'd do anything for another hug from her.