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They were his hands that I remember best. ... Big, wrinkled and soft, his hands were like a storyteller, revealing the life of a hero;
some of his stories were latent only until his funeral. These humble hands played many roles
throughout a lifetime, each role allowing him to affect many people in various ways.
They were the hands of a father. ...
They were hands of a fisherman. ...
They were the hands of a photographer. ...
They were the hands of an inventor and mentor. ...
They were the hands of a soldier. ...
They were the hands of a tenor. ...
They were the hands of a grandfather. ... He gently taught us
everything he could, whether it was hands-on experiences or rather a list of maxims he framed in
the childrens bunkhouse so that we would read them then and cherish them today. ...
Perhaps most amazingly, they were the hands of a survivor. ... " The last time I saw my step grandpas hands were in
a hospital, adorned with IV tubes. ... In addition to his professional life, he was a hero for his children, hero for
his stepchildren, a knight in shining armor for his wife, a hero for his friends, and personally,
a hero for his step granddaughter.
Approximate Word count = 958
Approximate Pages = 3.8
(250 words per page double spaced)
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