The power of the healing hands of loved ones is infinite.
Two weeks ago my dad died.
It has been very hard.
My heart has a hole in it that has no edges. The hole just ebbs and flows like the tide.
It comes with the healing power of hands: hands that hug, hands that wipe away tears, hands that clasp, hands that gently pat, hands that clap, hands that chop and slice and wipe and serve.
In the loving act of preparing nourishment for the swarm of aching hearts and bodies streaming through the house in the past few weeks, many hands were busy.
I remember my dad's hands and wish I could hold them again.
Healing Hands.
Healing Hands of Love.
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Such a beautiful post. Healing will happen in it's own form, and in time. Savour all the wonderful memories :0)
Margaret
Thank you so much. The memories and all the support are so precious.
Erika
The photography in this blog is awesome, it strongly portrays the grief, sorrow, and love that you are writing about.
johnsper
They say time heals all wounds...and this will also heal in time....always keep your faith and family close....
Cheryl
Gentle, Kind, & Loving hands - Hands of some wonderful people who help make this world a better place! xo
Margaret
Thank you Cheryl, You're right - there is nothing like the love and hugs of family to get you through difficult times and to share in happy times, too.