I can only imagine what it feels like before, during and after one of these seizures. So often...he's blinded and the was he seeks out comfort is by burying his nose into you and smelling you. On more than one occasion..my husband and I are both by his side helping him thru it. Once the seizure is over..he buries his nose into my hands, only to move and bury his nose into my husband's side. It's very emotional..and that's where I found the words for this poem.