Daddy's Hands  / Amy Mcvey (wife)
Daddy’s Hands

©Nancy L. Meek 2003

Castles on the beach

Made with buckets full of sand

And tiny sandy fingers

Cupped inside my daddy’s hands

Slipping down the slide

My daddy was so tall

He held my hand the whole way down

Afraid that I might fall

Running to the swings

Yelling, ‘Push me, Daddy, please!’

He placed my hands upon the chains

And gave a little squeeze

Crayons on the floor

Trying to stay within the line

My sympathetic daddy

Wrapped his fingers around mine

Hands on handlebars

Learning to ride my bike

Daddy’s hands were awfully strong

I peddled as he hiked

Castles on the beach

Washed away by rushing tide

But memories can’t be washed away

Despite the hands of time

Daddy’s hands on mine

Too soon were moved away

Still, I’ll always feel them there

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The Interview With God  / Amy (wife)

Someone sent this website to me. When viewing it, I was reminded that Jason has seen all these beautiful places- visited those majestic ranges and waterfalls. I can imagine him soaring over the plains with the golden wheat fields and the lavender blooming. The frame of the deer on a misty morning helps me feel closer to him. How exciting it would have been be to have shared the images with him for the first time, witnessing them first hand- for real, right next to him. But I know he was right here with me as I watched them this way. I hope you feel him with you daily like I do. Jason gives me the hope to carry on and shares gentle direction with me so I may make the best choices I am allowed. I miss Jason, but I KNOW he is not gone.

http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/

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Daddy's Hands poem  / Amy Mcvey (wife)

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 calluses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left
Their mark behind.

I remember Daddy's hands,
How they held my Mommy tight,
And patted my back for something
I'd done right.

There are things I've forgotten
That I loved about that man,
But I'll always remember the love
In Daddy's hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind
When I was crying,
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 till 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.

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Memories of Jason...  / Krista Salmons (friend)
Jason is one person that I will never forget. On that awful day when I heard of his passing, I sobbed...for his family...friends...and for those that never knew him. I can still see his smile as I sit here typing and regret not taking more time to visit with him, Amy, and their beautiful children. A regret I will have to live with, but a learning experience that I will actually learn from... When you meet someone as special as Jason, spend as much time around him as possible. He will put a smile on your face even when you don't think you have any left. He did that for me, and I thank him for those days! As Christmas approaches, I lift the McVey's up in prayer. Prayer that they will feel the comfort of God's love...and know that Jason will never be forgotten. He will live in all of our hearts forever! Close