Dad's Hands

I have had an opportunity the last couple of days, to spend considerable time looking at my father's hands. One constant in his illness is his desire to maintain contact by holding hands with whoever is near him. It has been a privilege to hold his hand.



This is a picture of one of the hands that helped to cradle me when I was a baby...
which held me to give me his blessing,
which taught me how to ride a bike
and to drive a car.

To spend time holding his hand now is a blessing to me....
A repayment for the many hours he worked to provide for me.