Sight and sound were pretty easy to deal with. I had more difficulty thinking of 5 extraordinary things I’ve touched:
- My mother’s fur coat. As a little boy, I was so fond of it that I decided to heat it up for her one night before she went out by placing it in front of the fire in the living room and nearly burnt the house down. The replacement fur felt good, but not as great as the original. Boo hoo.
- A friend lent me his Porsche. [I told you I was a gear-head.] The feel of the perfectly weighted steering wheel as I slalomed around the hills of around Southern California was unspeakably great.
- The first time I held my nieces, nephews and — more recently — my gorgeous goddaughter in my arms. The unalloyed delight.
- As a kid, I’d sit on my father’s shoulders as we’d walk back from the beach during our summer vacation. I felt like the king of the world up there.
- Giving the Eucharist to people at Mass or on sick visits is such an honor that I am always moved by it. Being able to hand God over to someone…
Any tactile memories for you?