In loving memory of the late Ruth Lenn Robertson, a wonderful mother, excellent sister and an awesome grandmother. She had the praying hands that rocked our cradle from birth. Their tender touch remembered by those left here on Earth. Soft as silk, those hands taught us how to pray. Banishing childhood fears; they soothed each one away. When we grew much older and troubles came our way, those hands caressing ours did more than words can say. Mother's hand were so gentle, they are missed so very much! We would give the world to feel once more their warm and tender touch. Those praying hands were full of comfort which now lie at rest, but memories hold them close to the ones they served the best.