Your hands….
I’ll never forget….. the touch of your hands myDarlin’ as you slipped your wedding ring back on just days after your surgery. And the photograph shows both of our hands, weathered by the years and experience of a life well lived.
From the little boy on the beach with Elvis holding hands with the cute dark haired girl, to your hand stretching to play chords on the piano as a young boy – your hands had a great start in reaching for your dreams. And as you grew, your hands carried the surfboard to the sea, the bass to band practice and held the hands of a young girl – dreaming of what tomorrow would bring. Soon little fingers would be wrapped around your finger, as your hand cradled your newborn baby – holding the future in your hands. And your hands guided your children and others, to grasp the ball of life in the palm of their hands – molding their lives. Your hand carried a bag of your belongings onto the plane to the mainland – a fresh new beginning. And your hands turned the handle on the equipment trailer you used to set up for your gigs – realizing your dreams. Your hands wrapped around the neck of the upright bass your Father gave to you – as you sang your last praises to our Lord that morning. I closed my eyes as I held your hand one last time myDarlin’ knowing that you had gone to be with our Lord. And as I opened my eyes, tears of liquid love fell on both of our hands, weathered by the years of a life well lived.
Tonight I am filled with gratitude for having held your hands myDarlin’Robert Kenui Pope, even if for a brief moment in eternity. Your hands touched so many lives and hearts – And with each touch of your hand, you passed on the spirit of Aloha.
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