hands....

I have an entire pinterest board dedicated to the act of hand holding.

I love hand holding. i have vivid memories of hand holding. I just think it's real sweet.

And sometimes, everything is crazy, and you're tyring to work it all out and you're trudging along, head down, focused simply on getting there....to the end of the day, the week, the finish line....to the other side of something....and all you need is someone to grab your hand and hold it.

And hopefully, we all have those people who will just grab our hand, even if we never offer it, or turn down the offer when it's presented, we all need people who will just grab your hand, give it a squeeze that says "i'm with you"

tonight, my dad got a call that his best man in his wedding, his best friend, his numba one,  had died earlier today. On thanksgiving. Though his friend had been battling a lot of health issues, and his passing was the sign of an end of suffering, i don't think you ever want someone like that be gone. Someday, things will be beautiful again, and we'll all be together again and that's a promise worth holding on to.

And i didn't know what to do, I've been very sheltered by the cruelty of death, so i just grabbed his hand and said a silent prayer. My dad's hand is big. and strong and mine is young and small and doesn't know what to say but it was enough.