The daughters gave me this stretched canvas for Christmas, with 4 photos of hands.  As it turns out, they had each taken a photo of THEIR hands with my husband's hand on the last day he was alive.  We were taking turns being in the room with him and holding his hand.  He had told me that morning he didn't want to be alone, and so he was not.  The daughters didn't know I had taken a photo of my hand with his until much later and then they told me they had each also taken the same photo.  How coincidental is that?  That we four would all do the same thing on the last day?  I still don't know what to think of it, but am thankful for this gift and thankful that we were all with him that day, never leaving him alone.