All he needed to do was to pause and say, “take my hand – everything is going to be ok.”
She found comfort in his presence, so, she held on. No matter where he took her, she was never afraid as long as he was able to hold her hand.
All of her life’s firsts started with his hands. Her first steps. Her first days of school. Her first date (though admittedly, he held on much longer than she wanted him to). Her first graduation. Her first steps down the aisle.
Then his hands started to waver. Though his eyes and voice were still strong, his grip was no longer the same. She was able to feel how thin the skin between his fingers felt, so she didn’t squeeze too tightly.
As they walked, she noticed that there was great effort in his steps, so she slowed down.
“Are you up for this walk?” she said.
“Yes. Let me catch my breath. Why don’t you go ahead with everyone else, I’ll get there eventually.” he replied.
She paused and held out her hand.
“Take my hand – everything is going to be ok.”
He smiled and reached out, “Yes, everything is going to be ok.”