There are times in life when you are just “being” and then a moment appears before your eyes that you want to capture. This particular moment occurred during our second son’s wedding, four and a half years ago. An outdoor wedding in August and triple digit temps were not allowed to dilute the joy of this priceless day. And as the bride joined hands with her groom at the front of the amphitheater, so did the bride’s grandparents join hands, sitting in front of us.
Yesterday, when we learned of the loss of our daughter-in-law’s grandfather, I thought of this photo and searched to find it. I looked at these hands and wondered about the first time they held each other. The first time they held their children, their grandchildren and their great-grand children. I thought of how his hands gave and shared and sacrificed for his family. And I thought of his sweet wife, as she has sat by his side through his illness, always holding his hand.
You’ve touched so many lives, Farris. We are all better people for having known you. May you rest in peace♥