Hope,
What an interesting and ellusive term in my life which has been smacking me in the face for the last week or so. First week of advent you light the Hope candle.
What was hope for my mother who took the road less traveled to a certain extent?
Hope was to her not having to worry about pain before she was in any.
Hope was knowing she could live her life as she wanted tomorrow. And when tomorrow didn't allow that, she'd be comfortable.
Don't get me wrong, Hope was also Thanksgiving, Christmas and Mother's Day. It pains me that she didn't get it, but she lived thinking she would. And I am so grateful for that.
So she had hope. It's me who struggles with the concept today. But she had it.