As the service came to a close, “Daddy’s Hands” by Holly Dunn echoed through the packed
church. I bowed my head, fighting back the tears, but the song’s chorus rang in my head.

“Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle. But I´ve come to understand. There was always love in Daddy´s hands.” My eyes filled up, and then the dam gave way. I sobbed for a brief moment while telling myself to get it together. You were raised to be stronger than this. You have to be stronger than this. By the end of the song, I had wiped my tears from my face, and we marched out to the parking lot and into my father’s welding rig. A few deep breaths of the crisp winter air straightened my head out, and I was back on track as we headed to the cemetery. The service there was quick. I had no coat but didn’t feel the cold. My father’s casket sat above a hole in the ground. The point of no return. This is it. We’re burying him. I watched as the casket was lowered, back to the womb of Mother Earth, back to the place from which we had all come. A man walked up behind me and draped his coat over my shoulders. I didn’t even flinch. As the casket hit the bottom, I heard my auntie cry out, “Goodbye, Bruce.”

Daddy’s Hands – Holly Dunn

I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer.
And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
I remember Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back, for something done right.
There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.
Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.
I remember Daddy´s hands, working ‘til they bled.
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.
And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.
Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.
Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love …..
In Daddy´s hands.