Tuesday's Attention #61
The Hands We Hold
Across two weeks, I have held my grandma’s hand while sitting beside her in memory care, the most precious tiny fingers of my best friend’s new daughter, and the swollen fingers of my dad as I saw him for the first time in the ICU after recovering from a complex open-heart surgery. In each moment, time stilled and all that mattered was the hand in front…
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