Happy Father's Day, Lude
You're the best!
And, to the great man no longer with me.
My Father's hands were never really large, he was such a little man! But they were rough from hard work and unbelievably strong. I remember when I was younger, he would always use Corn Huskers Lotion to take away the roughness. But, those hands created a family, they built beautiful things. They built a home and helped anyone who asked. They held your hand and smacked your bottom. They were regularly folded in prayer and could clap the loudest when he watched us dance. They held the hands of a beautiful wife and children but also the hands of grandchildren and great-grandchildren. They taught me how to drive a car and how to make a good cup of tea. And, although his hands turned soft and smooth, they were still strong. They could still tell a great story, even when they were glued to a walker, I could tell they were still strong. In heaven, his hands are now holding the hands of those we've lost.
Like my Mother's hands, I will remember these hands for all my life.