I received word yesterday that a friend is dying, so Louise and I went to see him this morning. I wondered if I should take something. A letter. Balloons. An orchid to brighten his room. But in the end I took nothing.
When we walked into his room, Louise immediately went to his bedside, took his hand in hers, and stroked his head. And watching her I thought that in the end, the only thing we can really give is the touch of skin on skin.
We can only give ourselves.