I caught my father lying on his side when I walked in his room the other day, looking towards the window. I saw the line of trees as he saw them. So I pulled up a chair, and I told him about the cherry blossoms I saw over the weekend, about the Japanese Maples that blossomed in my front yard overnight. He has seen seventy-three Springs…but he is missing this one. And so, I share it with him. Chet Baker playing in the background, my hand wrapped around the only spot on his arm free of IV tubes.

It is a sensual moment. It is two embodied humans, sharing intimacy, touching one another, being willing to feel what is there to feel. And yes, it is orgasmic. How could it not be? It is all we have.