In beautiful memory

Saying goodbye to a loved one is never easy.
Yesterday we said goodbye to a dear friend, with whom we'd spent time with whilst away in Echuca.
He'd just turned 79.

He loved his family, and always openly praised his grandchildren, even when they weren't there.
He worked with his hands, making and mending clocks.
He also loved his country music.
Papa had helped him put all his old reel-to-reel films onto dvds earlier this year, so we'd already shared a more intimate look into his earlier life, also.

One song played at the funeral really moved me, because it summed him up perfectly.

"In My Daddy's Hands"

I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer.
And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
I remember Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back, for something done right.
There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

I remember Daddy´s hands, working 'til they bled.
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.
And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love .....
In Daddy´s hands.

by Holly Dunn

 You may here it here.

We'll miss you Jim!
xxxxx