Better Hands
Dr. Mike Murphy She looked intently at the hand she held. As she stroked his hand, she let her fingers caress every wrinkle. She knew each of those wrinkles well. For forty-eight years she had watched as each of those wrinkles had formed. Each line reminded her of the life they had shared together, the love they had for each other. The family they had raised, the business they had started. The home they had cherished for so many years. As she looked again at that hand, she realized just how good of a man that hand belonged to. Almost …