Grandpa Winston

My grandpa died January 8 at the age of 81. I told my mom I'd read something for his funeral this Friday. He had huge strong hands and thats one feature I'll always remember. I'm posting it here in memorandum.

Grandpa’s Hands
Grandpa’s hands have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.
Grandpa’s hands wrote the letters home from halfway around the world
Grandpa’s hands have fought in war and laced up his Army boots.
Grandpa’s hands were decorated with his wedding band
that showed the world that he loved someone special.
Grandpa’s hands were uneasy and clumsy when holding each new daughter or son.
Grandpa’s hands trembled and shook when he and walked each daughter down the aisle.
Grandpa’s hands held tightly to the hands of his wife as he said goodbye to her.
Grandpa’s hands have held children, consoled neighbors,
and shook in fists of anger when he didn't understand.
Grandpa’s hands have covered his face, combed his hair, and held a cigarette.
Grandpa’s hands have been sticky and wet, bent and sore, dried and raw.
Grandpa’s hands have held him up and laid him down.
Grandpa’s hands are the mark of where he’s been and the ruggedness of his life.
Grandpa’s hands have worked the ground to provide for his family.
Grandpa’s hands have tended to houses to keep his loved ones safe.
Grandpa’s hands have wrapped around the arms of his grandchildren
as he hugged them with his arms so full of strength.
Grandpa’s hands have touched the face of an angel and the scars on the hands of Jesus
as he is now home with them again.

Toothless!

Payton lost his very first tooth (finally) yesterday. He was so excited, but the cutest part was as he was going to bed he had to make a sign for the tooth fairy so she knew where the tooth was. :)