Strong hands.
Loving hands.
Hands that could break an apple in two...
Hands that taught me to love baking...
Hands that could hug away any pain...
Hands that folded with mine as she prayed with me before bed...
Beautiful hands.
Hands that now lie still.
As her soul lives on with Jesus,
And all those who have gone before.
We love you Grandma.
So much.
