My therapist and I would, countless times over the years, silently stare into each others eyes.

It was silent communication of affection, trust, truth, warmth, pain and an incredibly warm bonding. She knew me and we connected on a very deep level. Far more than I ever experienced with my own Mother.

I am the primary caregiver for my 94 year old Mom. I take care of all her needs. But, for me, it is an obligation, a responsibility. Not an emotional connection.