Hope
Hi Allie,
Just stopped in.
I remember when my dear grandmother was fighting cancer. She fought it many times in her life.
She told me that she never gave up hope. But then she said that the 'hope' had changed. Her hopes for herself changed into hopes for the people she loved.
She hoped that I would find peace and a sense of self that she knew I had never had.
She hoped that my little girl, who I named after her, would grow to be like me. God, I loved her for that.
She hoped that her memory would be sweet in my mind and nourishing to my soul.
She hoped that she would live in my heart and in my daughter's heart.
She hoped that I would let her go when the time came.
She hoped for grace and peace and the knowledge that we never truly die.
And she hoped for the same sense of acceptance for me.
Then she hoped that the china set she left me would survive just enough that my daughter could have at least one place setting for herself.
She died in 1999. I love her still.
I have hope for you and your mom, Allie.
Helen
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