When my dad was around 5 years old, he was at the Tusket River with his father. It was a place where they dipped gaspereau for lobster bait. As they walked hand-in-hand on the planks between the fish stand and the shore, the planks 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."
Short and powerful. Love your memory told with economy :)
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Thank you. I've always loved hearing my dad tell this story.
DeleteWhat 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…
ReplyDeleteThank you, Carol.
DeleteIt is sad to think of kids without a dad.
I'm thankful for a heavenly Father.
I love how you crafted this image - so clearly - in so few words. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Anita!
DeleteBeautiful, Loralee. I just read Julieanne's post about parenting. They go hand-in-hand!
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DeleteThank you!
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.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the encouraging comment, Julieanne!
DeleteWe all yearn for that feeling of safety. You have described it perfectly.
ReplyDeleteWe do.
DeleteThank you, Elsie.
I love the image you painted for me. I want to always have my hand in God's hand!
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