Warm hands = Warm Memories

When I was younger I would go to my grandparents house frequently. Almost daily because we lived 4 city blocks away from them.  My grandma would watch us before school when we stopped going to daycare until we were old enough to stay home alone. Then, when I was in high school my grandpa was diagnosed with emphysema.

I remember when his disease was starting to get worse and we would go there to visit him. Every woman that walked in the door had to give him her hand so he could feel the temperature. He loved to see how hot or cold peoples hands were.

I remember when I held his hand how his face would always light up. He would always tell me that I was the only woman that had warm hands. Oh how I wish I could tell him today how that warmed my heart. And it still does!