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For as long as I can remember, my grandfather has always been there for me. He was holding my hand when I took my first step. I can imagine how it must have looked, my tiny hand invisible in his large grasp, for the first time. As years begin to pass by, I dec ....

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.... that he never missed a target. I have also read newspaper articles, about the hands that were so great they led the baseball team in an undefeated season. Grandfather’s hands pitched fourteen “no-hitters” in a role. When I hear all the wonderful things about them, I have to believe them, because all I remember are crooked, old tree trunks. I’ve always wanted to see his hands when they actually looked like hands. In ten months, my grandfather will take my small hand in his and guide me down the aisle, only to give me away. His hands have always been my protection and comfort, but at that moment, they will become my sadness. After gra ....