The home my Nanny and Granddaddy lived in since 1961 was one in which several additions were made to it.\u00a0 I\u2019m old enough to remember the carport renovation and the subsequent addition behind that.\u00a0 With those two extra rooms, the traffic flow of the house became like a race track.\u00a0 Anyone could make laps around and around inside the house, and as kids we often did just that.<\/p>\n
My favorite part of romping through the house was when my Granddaddy would come in from work and plop down in his chair, a burgundy swivel rocker\/recliner, to relax and watch a little television. Inevitably during one of my laps, Granddaddy would stick out his gigantic hand, riddled with arthritis and aged with years of hard work, with his palm up.<\/p>\n
This was my cue.\u00a0 The ritual was enduring, and it continued right up until his passing.<\/p>\n
His outstretched hand blocked the path of my meandering.\u00a0 I would always stop, waiting for the next line in this well-rehearsed script.\u00a0 I would squeak out with glee, \u201cHey Granddaddy!\u201d and then slap his calloused hand with mine, thus giving him \u201cfive\u201d.\u00a0 Then in a booming voice, dripping with a Floridian Southern drawl, he would announce, \u201cHey Granddaughter!\u201d<\/p>\n
As a child, if I had been asked to define love, I would have drawn his hands.\u00a0 Even today, I would give anything to once again touch his gigantic, but gentle, man-paws of hands.\u00a0 Every once in a while, I am fortunate enough to see that kind of love in tender moments of others. I think God knows my soul needs to espy those gentle touches.<\/p>\n
I was blessed to witness such a moment on my trip to Kentucky.\u00a0 One of the days, our plans were changed because my friend\u2019s grandfather was sent to the hospital.\u00a0 Rather than taking in the sites of the area, I offered to ride along with her and her grandmother to sit with \u201cDaddy\u201d.\u00a0 He was in considerable pain due to diminished breathing capacity with masks, tubes, and machines everywhere.<\/p>\n
Quickly, quietly, lovingly, it happened \u2013\u00a0that comforting ritual.\u00a0 Her grandmother, affectionately known as Ninny, reached over and gently rubbed his legs.\u00a0 My breath caught in my throat because the lump lodged there seeing such tender love.\u00a0 I hoped no one in the room saw my tears.\u00a0 God\u2019s beauty often does that to me.<\/strong><\/em>\u00a0 Those beautiful hands that had worked for years, raised babies and grandbabies, and had many times folded in prayer were the embodiment of how God loves. I don\u2019t know what possessed me, but I asked Ninny and Daddy if I could capture the moment.\u00a0 They agreed it would be alright. One click and the moment was preserved forever in image and in my heart.<\/p>\n
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