Sunday, April 11, 2010

His Signature


Weaving thick fingers through wavy white hair

Grace spilling from his smile

Losing his sixth pair of reading glasses

Lifting a child in an embrace


His hands on your shoulders


His presence

Your gift

3 comments:

Kaela said...

His back cracks,

His laugh

His rough hands and slivers

His soft hands in Florida

Him and Granny "making out" in front of me just to make me cringe. (Now I wish he was still here just so he COULD do that)

His hugs against his big, loving chest.

The fright of hearing his big booming voice when you know you've done something wrong.

I miss him :'''(

lori lynch said...

I only pray that someday I can make a fraction of the impact that you write about when you speak of him. Wish I could have known him better. We're still praying for you all.

Beth said...

Yesterday Susan said to me, "One day when I was at Granny and Poppy's and I asked Poppy for a drink cause I was thirsty, he said, 'you want some pickle juice?' He was eating pickles."

It was a memory that made us all smile.