"HANDS ON" during a tough day.

For a Christmas gift, Nora gave my dad a day at the "Ann Arbor Hands on Museum". He could pick any day he wanted.

The week his dad died, he was at his house every day, mostly spending the time at his bed side. Praying with him, comforting him, and letting him know, that he is on his way "home", and we will see him again.

It was on Friday, that dad chose to go to the museum. I think he wanted to take his mind off of everything, and indulge in some innocent fun! I didn't realize how significant the "Hands On" part would be until later.

Nora and her Papa, used their hands for everything... playing in water, playing the harp with laser strings, touching bubbles, climbing rocks, hanging magnets...I enjoyed watching them have a great time, and snapped a few shots too.






After the museum, we went to see Pepe (that is what we called my grandpa, pronounced *pip/-pee* In Canadian French, means grandpa). At Peps bed, Nora once again used her hands, and rubbed oil on his hands, she rubbed his arms, and brushed his hair. We spent the rest of the day there, we said good-bye, and left for home. As we walked out the door, Pep took his last breath. All of the family that was there, new that it was best to let us go home as planned. His hands were that of a master gardener. Her hands are that of pure innocence. That day, she told me, "Pepe sees Jesus, Jesus is crying." I don't know where she came up with that, and I am not sure who told her that, but I have never heard her say anything that profound, before or since. All I can imagine, is that she is very close to the spirit of our Savior. Most likely she will not remember Pep, but as she reads her mommies blog some day, she will know how special she is, and how much Pep loved her! He made her laugh and smile every time she saw him. I am grateful for that.