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Most loving, most beautiful hands. Always a healing
touch for me. Fingers through my hair, or just sitting
beside me with hand rested on my knee, all worries, all
pain just melted away. She always knew my hidden
struggles; daily battles, and she would softly say,
“We’re going to be okay.”
Knowing You'll Be There