Daddy’s Hands

As Father’s Day approaches, I have found myself thinking a lot about my daddy. Oh, how I wish he were here. When I was younger (old enough to be out on my own, with by own family, but a good bit younger than I am now) my daddy had a standing rule at Christmas. “Don’t buy me anything; just make sure you and the kids come to see me,” he would say. For the most part, I followed his instruction. For…