Hands......

They say that a person's hands show their true age. I believe that to be true, but also that they speak of love. The wrinkles, spots, veins and texture on my hands are a sign of a life lived well. 

My hands held my sweet babies, the French horn and guitar; wrote letters on paper, cooked meals with love, wiped tears of joy, sorrow and sweat from my brow. My hands held myDarlin's as we exchanged rings, helped to prepare for parties, praised in worship and carry music equipment after a gig. My hands fit perfectly with myDarlin's.

Now my hands hold a cross given to me by a dear friend to hold onto for as long as I need it, then will pass it on to the next person who needs it. My finger is adorned by a ring that myDarlin' Robert got for me in a store in San Destin. The word 'Dream' inscribed on it reminds me each time that I look at my hands, Robert & I did Live The Dream.

Beginning now, the dream evolves into one unlike I have experienced before. I am not sure what the future holds, but know that I am safely in God's hands and that Robert Kenui Pope hands are helping to prepare for the biggest party ever when we all meet again.

Ohana, it is up to us to #KeepLookingUp