My hand fit inside yours without effort. I did not question where we were going. I only knew I was safe. Your grip was steady. Firm without force. Protective without fear. In his shadow, I felt anchored.

He taught me how to stand just by standing beside me. Even now, I reach for that feeling. Not because I am weak. But because I remember what safety felt like. Some hands you never really let go.

In HIs Loving Memory. In His Eternal Honor.