Beautiful Hands Beautiful Memories

These are my grandfathers hands on his 95th birthday in October. He is my last living grandparent. This photo was printed for his daughter, my mom, for Christmas. She cried tears that came from places I may never know, some familiar, some personal. THIS is why I do what I do and it gives me a sense of purpose in life. Treasure your loved ones, your memories, your spirit, they are valuable.