Midwestern Strength…

Midwestern strength.
Eastern European tenacity.
Commitment.
The desire to work hard for the people you love.

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My Parents, perhaps – like anyone’s Parents, have been a pain-in-the-ass. They have been a support system, they have been crotchety and stubborn, they have been….growing older and kicking / screaming the whole way.

Watching them hold each other up with age, after past years of challenges and successes, failures and re-boots — they have preserved.

And when I saw them grab for each other’s hand, I saw the love they have –
– which spilled on to me.

Lucky, I am, I know.

And honored to witness such beauty.

I share it with you because the more love you share – the more you get back.

(My Dad broke his neck– it stayed completely in-line…very lucky, Warfarin bleed out-staved off.  He walked and took care of business, this morning. Simple pleasures. He’s busy worrying about my Mom and griping about the collar. Typical. All under control, to the best of our abilities. As my Mom says, “It’s hell to get old.” and we laugh. XO)

May you find someone to hold hands with when you need it the most. ~dievča

Photo: dievca - Midwest 2016

My Father’s Hands

Baby and Older Persons Hands
I have my Father’s hands.
Wide palms, long straight fingers, healthy nails, veins popping out, strong and gentle.

One of the most beautiful things I have seen is his hand holding the hand of my newest Grand Niece and she just didn’t want to let him go.

I don’t want to let him go.
In his mid 80’s, my Daddy is still picking up the 2-year-old. Playing with the 4-year-old. Following (slowly) the 3-year-old. All this, as my Mother is playing up and the down the stairs with the others, she’s making up games, dropping clothespins into a milk bottle, filling up water balloons, reading stories: “One Was Johnny” – “Chicken Soup With Rice”. Stories that were read to me, from the same Nutshell Library.

They are bushwhacked when the kids go~
Exhausted.
Dead tired.
I watch them sleep.
Cautiously.

And they won’t give it up because these things are the best part of Life.
I don’t blame them.

Life is for Living.
And Kids keep us alive by holding our hands.
Tightly.

I have my Father’s hands.

Photo: Todor Atanasov - Protection http://www.freephotosbank.com/12414.html