Before he died, my husband used to tell me I was so special to him that he saw an aura around me. Just the touch of his hand radiated into my arms, and it came to my heart. Once, during the period of separation, he said, "Let's ask the rabbi whether we can wear gloves and hold hands." So the first thing he always did after I went to the mikvah was touch my hand. And he told me, "You are so, so holy."