Hand of a Child

I have a few lucid memories of when I was quite young.  My grand daddy lived just a short walk across the ditch to the tobacco barns and chicken pen, then the house.  They lived in an old clapboard house. 

Some of my memories of my grand dad was to watching him shave in front of a mirror by the back door.  I watched, as he cut his gray whiskers away from his face more than once.  He wore wire frame glasses, which I now have.  They are frail looking, but I open them up and can still imagine them on his face.

My grand dad and I would go for a walks or just sit in a swing on the front porch and talk.  I remember one day observing my young five year old hand against his.  There I was.  This young tow headed boy with fresh smooth skin on my hand.  I placed it next to his weather beaten hand.  He had endured many days in the fields on the farm plowing, harvesting and tending to the animals.  His nails were rough edged.  Even with that his hand was gentle to run it across the back of my head when he’d tell me I was special to him.  Wrinkles on the back of his hand made me ponder would mine look like that when I got older.

Now that I’m sixty, I have two grand daughters.  One is seven and the other has a birthday coming up in July.  She’ll be three.  I sometimes look at my now aged hand and see my grand dad’s hand.  But there’s nothing in them.  I cannot hold my grand daughters’ hands.  The older lives close by, but she may as well live the same distance away as the other.  I miss them.  I have no young fresh skinned hand in mine while we walk or sit in the swing.

About Jim

I'm a 69 yr old guy, who had worked in Naval Hospital Camp Lejeune for 28 yrs and now retired as of 31 Dec 16. I've worked in medical records, Health Benefits Department, Billing, the IT department and retired as the Personnel Security Manager for the hospital. I'm a musician and Corvette enthusiast. Yes, I've has two. I traded my second Corvette for a Harley Davidson Fat Boy mid-summer 2019. I've already ridden about two thousand miles. I'm also searching for a fresh new outlook on life with new spiritual insight among other things. I was ordained a minister on 20190202. I've found that with the unconditional love of my companion, Libby Rowe life is complete through God. She's a beautiful, vibrant, giving woman who gives her all in everything she puts her mind to do. She and I married 24 July 2015. She's also taking the Apprentice course to obtain her ordination as well. She has a blog to called Under a Carolina Moon. Give it a visit.
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2 Responses to Hand of a Child

  1. territerri says:

    Just as I could feel your happiness in another post, I can feel the ache and emptiness in your heart in this one. I hope that life finds a way to make it possible for you to hold your granddaughters’ hands.

  2. Jim says:

    I’m separated from my wife in the midst of a divorce. My sons won’t allow me to see my grand daughters. One is in California, but still. . . I miss them very much.

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