Those of you who follow my blog know that I’ve written about my parents – both musicians and artists in their own right – here, here and here. Living in such a creative family has inspired me to find my own creative niche and to strive to reach the highest artistic level possible.
It is therefore with great sadness that I write to say that my father, Gil Miranda, passed away in the early hours of the morning on March 29th, 2014. This post in memory of my father also honors my mother who was his faithful and loving companion for 45 1/2 years.
These hands steered the car safely to and from your doctor’s appointments,
And gripped the steering wheel to rush you to the emergency room.
These hands helped hold you up as you tried to regain your strength and walk,
And combed your hair and shaved your beard when your own hands shook too much.
These hands made you chicken soup so that you wouldn’t have to eat hospital food,
And fed it to you when you became too weak to feed yourself.
These hands worked the knitting needles in the long hours spent by your side,
And squeezed your hand hard when you remarked calmly that your legs were beginning to go numb.
These hands now wear your wedding band,
And are folded just so to shield the world from seeing the worry and care.
These hands will be put to work again soon
To create beauty in clay and coax flowers from the soil.
Because these hands are connected to a body and soul
Rich with memories and love for you.
If you would like to read a little more about my father’s life, you can do so here.
And to see his jewelry website, please click here.