Four Generation of Hands!

November 22, 2009 at 2:01 am | Posted in Winter 2009 | 5 Comments

I ran across the below story by Melinda Clements years ago… I had always wanted to snap a hand picture with my grams:-) My Grams (almost 90) is the strongest/coolest person I’ve ever met…she is a true angel! She was still in charge of her bowling league only a few years ago.   Cancer has stepped back into her life and has started making things really hard for her:-( Only if I could take her pain and suffering so she could party on for a few more years!  If it was not for cancer she would still be out bowling and dancing… for heaven sakes her sister is 100.

Today I FINALLY got around to taking the picture and wanted to share it with you along with the BEAUTIFUL story by Ms.Clements that has warmed my heart for all these years.


 by Melinda Clements

Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn’t move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands. When I sat down beside her she didn’t acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK. Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. “Yes, I’m fine, thank you for asking,” she said in a clear voice strong. “I didn’t mean to disturb you, Grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK,” I explained to her. “Have you ever looked at your hands?” she asked. “I mean really looked at your hands?” I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making. Grandma smiled and related this story: “Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life. They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to serve our country in time of war. They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. The left hand is decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special. They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and my spouse. They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn’t understand. They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well, but these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer. These hands are the mark of where I’ve been and the ruggedness of life. But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch His Face.” I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my Grandma’s hands and led her home. When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of Grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the Hands of God. * * * * *

This picture was a  little tricky as I had to take it myself and my hand is on this photo — lol:-) 

There has yet to be ANYONE in my life who lights up like my Grandma when I walk in the room! Thanks Grandma for being my friend! WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH!  Feel better soon!



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  1. Such a nice tribute to your grandma. I know it will bring tears to her eyes, because it did mine. It made me think about my mom and how hard she worked to raise all of us. Sometimes we wonder if our kids think of us some times. I guess they do, lets hope the Lord is watching over them as he did my family. Love you Aunt June

    • It makes me cry everytime I hear that story! 🙂 Happy and sad tears… Hugs!

  2. BEAUTIFUL picture! I’m so sorry to hear about your Grams – I hope she gets better very quick so she can go out to do the fun stuff she loves!

    • Thanks Angela! I always loved this story… so so so true!

  3. Thank you for sharing this beautiful story. It means a lot

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