My grandma's hands are older now and not as busy as before. Though they still do special things, God gave them to her for reaching out to others. They bring a loving touch... Always willing and ready to help. Those hands I love so much, hands that held me as a baby, and brushed away many tears. They mended many things never ceasing all these years. The most precious thing they did is now plain for me to see... Was when she folded her hands and prayed everyday for me.

Written by my beautiful daughter
Cpistol aka Sleepy

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