August 5, 2014

Slice of Life | Dad's Hand


Dad & Bowser


When my dad was around 5 years old, he was at the Tusket River with his father. It was a place where they dipped lobster bait. As they walked hand-in-hand on the boards between the fish stand and the river bank, the boards broke and they dropped into the water. Dad says he can still see the water all around him and above him. But he said, "I was safe, because Dad never let go of my hand."




14 comments:

  1. Short and powerful. Love your memory told with economy :)
    "I was safe, because Dad never let go of my hand."

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    1. Thank you. I've always loved hearing my dad tell this story.

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  2. What a great story! I love this image of your dad with his father holding hands. And then I think of all of the kids I know growing up without a dad there beside them, keeping them safe…

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    1. Thank you, Carol.
      It is sad to think of kids without a dad.
      I'm thankful for a heavenly Father.

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  3. I love how you crafted this image - so clearly - in so few words. Lovely.

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  4. Beautiful, Loralee. I just read Julieanne's post about parenting. They go hand-in-hand!

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  5. What a perfect small moment. It holds me with so much love. I can picture every them walking, hear the plash, and feel the warm after glow.

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    1. Thank you for the encouraging comment, Julieanne!

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  6. We all yearn for that feeling of safety. You have described it perfectly.

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  7. I love the image you painted for me. I want to always have my hand in God's hand!

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