Grandma's Hands

My Grandma Eva died this week. She was 92. I loved her so much. I will miss her. This week brought back a flood of memories about my Grandma. Maple Bars. The Candy Drawer. Her special smell. Clean Windows. Dentures. Noisy Hearing Aids. Peanut Brittle. Clam Dip. Her hugs and kisses. Her encouragement. How she worried about everything. After lunch, no swimming for one hour. Cases of toilet paper. Enough food in her basement to feed everyone in the United States. Her rule that Santa never came on Christmas Eve until the dinner dishes were cleared, cleaned and put away. Our special bond. How much she missed my Grandpa Ray after he died.

The last time I saw her I will always remember what she said to me as she held my face in her hands, "Mike, don't worry. I'll see you again."

"If I get to Heaven I'll look for
Grandma's hands"

I hope you'll enjoy the YouTube video below featuring the great singer Bill Withers. You can follow along with the lyrics below.



Grandma's hands
Clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma's hands
Played a tambourine so well
Grandma's hands
Used to issue out a warning
She'd say, "Billy don't you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
"Might be snakes there in that grass"
Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands
Soothed a local unwed mother
Grandma's hands
Used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma's hands
Used to lift her face and tell her,
"Baby, Grandma understands
That you really love that man
Put yourself in Jesus hands"
Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands
Used to hand me piece of candy
Grandma's hands
Picked me up each time I fell
Grandma's hands
Boy, they really came in handy
She'd say, "Matty don' you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for?
He didn't drop no apple core"
But I don't have Grandma anymore

If I get to Heaven I'll look for
Grandma's hands