Bill met with a friend on Saturday and that friend shared a powerful memory. He shared the best memory of his father (still living). When he was around twelve, he and his dad were at the airport. His dad asked, "I know that pretty soon you'll be too old for this, but would you hold my hand?" Ben did and now cherishes the memory of his father's big strong hand clasping his. Bill got very teary, thinking of how often we let go of our Father's hand. We're too independent.
I'm going to go hold His hand now.
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Good morning, PomPom! I so remember the feel of my daddy's hands, how they looked and how big they were. We can't hold hands enough, can we? Have a blessed day!
Maybe we all grow up too quickly. It isnt till later in life that you remember those moments....and wish for them back.
What a unique treasure this lovely man must be. Wish there were more like him in our world.
Blessings,
G
p.s. Hope you're feeling better?
Lovely memory, great story. Thanks!
What a lovely story PomPom.
dear sweet pom pom
i read this and burst into tears.
so beautiful, so powerful
I love your header. Hands are so telling, aren't they? It was a moment of wonder for me when I realized that my hands are identical to my daddy's. Hold Bill's tightly!
Lovely! Just lovely!
What a beautiful story, thank you.
Dear Pom Pom, this is beautiful! It made me teary too! If my kiddos weren't out at praise team or already sleeping, I'd find and excuse to hold their hands right now. I don't need an excuse to hold the Engineer's hand :o).
Blessings!
Deborah
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