This is the hand that would grab my finger when he was a baby.
This is the hand I held when he was a little boy.
This is the hand I held when we would go for walks when it was cool outside when he was a teenager.
This is the hand I held to my face the moment my beautiful 16yo son passed away.
This is the hand that I held to my face as I heard that horrible long beep, followed with the long flat line on the screen.
This is the hand my tears fell upon while I held it to my cheek as I had to say good bye to my beautiful boy.
This is the last hand and foot print I will ever have of my son.
This is the hand that still holds my heart.
I love you and miss you My Muck!
It’s All Good!