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:: Angel In Heaven ::

Here are some pictures of mom and dad.
Who are those younguns'



Here is mom and dad with one of my cousins.
Aren't they gorgeuous!



Here's dad when he was just a teenager.
This has always been one of my favorite pictures.



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 calluses 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'd forgotten, that I loved about that man, but I'll always remember the love in Daddy's Hands.
Daddy's hands were always soft and kind when I was crying,
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 till they bled, sacraficed unselfishlly just to keep us all fed, If I could do things over, I'd live my live again, and never take for granted the love in Daddy's Hands,
Daddy's Hands were always soft and kind when I was crying,
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 always soft and kind when I was crying,
Daddy's Hands were hard as steel for something 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.

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