Take a moment to look upon these hands and recall the many jobs they performed and the many lives they touched.
These are the hands that could bait a hook, tie a slip knot and reel in the BIG one.
These are the hands that repaired trikes and bikes, fixed appliances and loved to fool with techno-gizmos.
These are the hands that took to to the simple tasks like cutting grass, shoveling snow and taking out the garbage.
These are the hands of a good provider, a family man, a tender and loving husband
These are the hands that could discipline, scold, soothe and wipe away tears, depending on the order of the day.
These are hands that held a rosary, prayed and defended the faith.
These are hands that knew how to salute and knew what service was, hands that left the comforts of family and home to defend his
These are the hands that could bring joy to others, hands that were held open as a gesture of welcome, good and generous hands that
shared good fortune with others.
These are neighborly hands that supported others in friendship and comforted them at a time of sorrow.
These are the hands of a bartender, having served many a tired, thirsty traveler, many a cold pint of good cheer.
These are the hands of a hard worker, hands that knew blisters and callouses, hands that built cottages and outhouses.
These are strong, patient hands, committed to service--service to God, family and community.
Stand proud...for these...these are your father's hands