my dad’s hands
best symbolize
his essence
~
if you’d ever
shaken my dad’s hand
you’d know
what I mean
~
his big hands,
thick, strong fingers
tough, worn skin
working hands
~
he wore them with a gritty
honesty, grace and dignity
~
my dad’s hands
best symbolize
his essence
~
if you’d ever
shaken my dad’s hand
you’d know
what I mean
~
his big hands,
thick, strong fingers
tough, worn skin
working hands
~
he wore them with a gritty
honesty, grace and dignity
~
yesterday
was the seventh anniversary
of his death
~
good bye dad
I’ll always love you
it does not matter at what age we lose a parent. We feel orphaned at any age. Such is how much of a foundation they can be.
teachers
~
learning reverence
from their
loss
I delivered this eulogy
at my dad’s memorial
Beautiful Geo, calm, still and dignified. I hear a celebration of life here, that is the best way to go about remembering.
You can definitely tell a lot about a person from their hands.
‘Never trust a man with a weak handshake’ My mum would say, ‘My father had a great handshake, he’d look you right in the eye; you always knew he was listening.’
hands are always interesting
sometimes intimidating
sometimes welcoming
That is a wonderful eulogy. And yes, hands do tell a lot about a person. He must have been one great man and father.
definitely one of a kind
~
thanks for your kindness
Hold on to those moments. I don’t remember my father’s hands. His voice still rings in my ears.
My dad’s smile was also vivid
he was very stoic
but when you saw it
he shined
My favorite picture of my father there is a light reflecting off of his glasses creating a gleam and he is giving himself rabbit ears
a beautiful memory
~
my face is shining
thinking about
your picture
Wonderful eulogy and great photo. Bet he’s smiling just like that right now. {{{Hugs}}} Kozo
thanks for your kindness
your thoughts
and words
Ah! This is lovely! My dad’s hands stand out in my memory too! I like these dad poems that people do, and mum ones too of course! :)
the hands that hold
always have a special
connection …
Beautiful. Giving a eulogy at my father’s funeral was the hardest thing that I have ever done. However, it’s always one of the best things I’ve ever done. I got to tell everyone about the man that he was to me.
Your words were just beautiful.
much like
my dad
used to say
about
parenting
~
the
hardest
but
most worthwhile
job
ever
:-)
What a beautiful visual you paint with your words, culminating with the last two lines that made my throat tighten and heart ache for your loss…Hugs
thank you
~
for commenting
and your
kindness
hands tell a story and give meaning…
Today 07/29 marks the 3rd anniversary of my own precious father’s death. He too had those hands. He worked hard all of his life, made an example of what it is to build and sustain a life thru hard work. He was a provider, a mentor, and a genuine Father who taught us about life and made it possible for us to experience fully what a family was meant to be, and what love was about. I miss him so very, very much.
Beautiful post.
thank you
~
this upcoming weekend
would
have marked my parent’s
50th wedding anniversary
~
my family is reuniting
to celebrate
the legacy of their love
~
thank you so much
for your comment
it means so much
~
with love and respect,
geo sans
july 25th would have been Mom & Dad’s 50th! My mom is still here with us, but oh how she longs for Dad.
Dexterous.
polished
with
sediment
Hockey-stick growth curve.
Beautiful, Geo, and it’s nice to have specific memories of our parents when they pass…it’s also hard losing them at any age. My Mom died three years ago and it’s still very surreal…
my condolences
on the loss
of your mother
~
yes
it is very surreal
still hearing
yourself
in your parents
words
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TALKIN’ ABOUT HIS DAD.
thanks for sharing
~
the ninth anniversary
of his death
I like hands like that. People too.
real
~
voices