A tradition in my family, as far back as I can remember, is that my father would make crosses out of the palms we received at Palm Sunday Mass. He'd give them to each of us and say, "Peace be with you." These crosses were always special, but never as special as they have become in recent years. My father's health has been declining the past 4 years, so each Palm Sunday I'd wonder if this would be the last year he would be able to make these. I have kept every one these past handful of years and I am so grateful I did. My dad didn't make them this year. I suspected he wouldn't be able to. So I checked the special place that I have been keeping most of them and there they were; a whole drawer full of them, a little treasure-trove! My heart felt so good when I saw these. I will always cherish them! Here are just a few, made by my Daddy's hands....
