March 21st, 2005 01:58 PM
Grandpa, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. He
didn't move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands. When
I sat down beside him he didn't acknowledge my presence and the
longer I sat I wondered if he was okay.
Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check on
him at the same time, I asked him if he was okay. He raised his head
and looked at me and smiled. Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking,
he said in a clear strong voice.
I didn't mean to disturb you, Grandpa, but you were just sitting
here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were okay, I
explained to him.
Have you ever looked at your hands he asked. I mean really looked
at your hands?
I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them
over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really
looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point he was making.
Grandpa smiled and related this story:
Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have
served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled,
shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to
reach out and grab and embrace life.
They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the
floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a
child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my
shoes and pulled on my boots.
They dried the tears of my children and caressed the love of my life.
They held my rifle and wiped my tears when I went off to war. They
have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.
They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son.
Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was
married and loved someone special. They wrote the letters home and
trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse and walked my
daughter down the aisle.
Yet, they were strong and sure when I dug my buddy out of a foxhole
and lifted a plow off of my best friends foot. They have held
children, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I
didn't understand. They have covered my face, combed my hair, and
washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and
wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much
of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay
me down, and again continue to fold in prayer. These hands are the
mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of my life.
But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out
and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me
to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of
I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God
reached out and took my grandpa's hands and led him home. When my
hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and
wife I think Grandpa. I know he has been stroked and caressed and
held by the hands of God. I, too, want to touch the face of God and
feel his hands upon my face.
March 21st, 2005 02:29 PM
Thanks for a very humble and gracious post. I can relate to the old porch, dogs and hot summers with the old people sitting there watching the kids play. Many familys today may never know their mothers or fathers and have the unforgettable experience your grandfather speaks of.
As you slide down the banister of life,
May the splinters never point the wrong way.
NRA Life Member
March 21st, 2005 04:40 PM
That is a most thought provoking piece - one we should all read and learn from. I'd like to think most of us can remember such times - whether with parents or grandparents. Slightly akin to those magical shooting trips/range visits with family elders.
I have a piece to offer but think I'll post it in a seperate thread. It is another reminder of good things.
A last range visit
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March 21st, 2005 09:42 PM
Good on ya Bravo3 for that post...I agree, it is definitely a thought provoker. Thanks for sharing!!
March 23rd, 2005 12:25 AM
That was a good one, Bravo3, thanks!
Coimhéad fearg fhear na foighde; Beware the anger of a patient man.
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