Grandpa’s Hands

I received this in my e-mail and thought it was worth posting

This is good!   I’ll  never look at my hands the same!

Grandpa, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench.  He didn’t move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands.  When I sat down beside him he didn’t acknowledge my presence and  the longer I sat, I wondered if he was OK.

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