The song Daddy's Hands by Holly Dunn is only half the story of my dad's life. He went to heaven in February of '98 and I have missed him every day since then. I was Senior in high school when he was diagnosed with cancer and it took his life in only four short months. I have never really opened up about him and maybe some day I will. For now though, I will just share and reminisce. Some of the words in the song say that "daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin' and hard as steel when I done wrong"....."they were not always gentle, but I have come to understand - there was always love".... I can tell you at the time of my consequences, I could feel the steel, but the love not so much. Afterwards though, I did understand the love and I did understand the kindness he offered and the lessons I would pass onto my own children. My dad was a man of few words (I did not get that from him - lol) but the lyric, "one could read quite a story in the callouses and lines," if only those lines and callouses could talk, I am sure we would all get an ear full and then some. I know my dad was not the perfect man, but I do know that he tried and that who I am today is because of him.
With this being said, I came across some pictures of him and my grandpa. I never knew my grandpa but as I look at pictures of him, I kind of do. My dad was identical to him. The way they stood, their hands and even some facial features. My hope is that I can get more pictures and more information into a past that existed and a better understanding of my family.
These pictures are from family members and friends who have graciously shared.
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| My grandpa is the one on the right holding a guitar. |
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| Here is a picture of my dad. |
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