My Daddy’s hands were the hardest working hands I’ve ever known, but my Daddy’s hands were also the most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen on a man.  No matter how hard he worked, at the end of the day his hands would always be clean and his nails clipped.  My Daddy loved me with those hands.

My Daddy’s left hand happily wore his wedding ring for just days shy of 51 years.  My Daddy’s hands could produce some of the most beautiful woodwork and macrame you ever saw and my Daddy’s hands could fix anything.  My Daddy loved me with those hands.

My Daddy’s hands cuddled and loved me as a weak, sick little surviving twin baby.  My Daddy’s hands turned countless pages in bedtime storybooks and could give the very best knee rubs in the middle of the night when growing pains would hit.  My Daddy loved me with those hands.

My Daddy’s hands could do tricks and play games.  My Daddy’s hands could spank, shame and scold me when I needed it.  My Daddy loved me with those hands, too.

My Daddy’s hands comforted me when bullies bothered me at school.  My Daddy’s hands comforted my broken teenage heart; many times.  My Daddy loved me with those hands.

My Daddy’s hands applauded me at tap dance recitals, band concerts and when I would sing.  My Daddy loved me with those hands.

My Daddy’s hands slipped my hand into my husband’s hand when he gave me away.  My Daddy’s hands comforted my husband and I when our first daughter died.  And my Daddy’s hands loved and played with our two other daughters.  My Daddy loved us with those hands.

And then, on that sad day when all the machines were silent, I was holding my Daddy’s hand as he left us and went to stand before the Lord.  My Daddy’s hands loved me to the last.

A daddy’s hands are the most expressive, tangible way that a father can show his love for his family.  I wish all fathers had hands like my Daddy.  My Daddy loved me with those hands.

Blessings from Ohio, Kim Wolf<><

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Posted by momto4beauties

Okay...now you got me crying again. Your dad sounds like he was a wonderful man.

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Posted by dixiecajuns

Hi Kim,
I loved this entry. At Elgin's funeral some Mennonite friends of ours sang a song entitled, "Daddy's Hands". I had never heard it before and it blessed my family. Your Daddy sounded like an awesome Dad. My girls and I spent the day yesterday with a friend of ours and her three daughters. My girls and I didn't want to be around anything that resembled "a Dad".
Love to you,
Josephine

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Posted by brownie

testimony to your Dad - thanks for sending me the link.

When my Dad was in the hospital, a brief 46 hours, we held his hands. He was on a respirator and sedated - but the nurses said he could probably hear us. We would hold Dad's right hand and he would sometimes squeeze our hand a little. On the second evening my sister was holding his right hand and she said "oh, he's squeezing my hand again." I looked down at his left hand that I was holding and said "way to go, Dad, squeeze her hand and not mine." I then saw his thumb move just slightly - and I knew he was trying to squeeze my hand.

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