Hope

My family is my life. I am a piece of my parents as my children are a piece of me. My family is my cultural traditions, values, crazy chaotic holidays with lots of food. Lots of food.

So it's no surprise when we are in crisis we come together to support one another. Yesterday I had a real conversation with my cousin. His mom, my lovely aunt passed away last year. We talked about his Mom and my Dad. My cousin reminded me not to give up hope. It's difficult sometimes to remember that hope is still out there, especially when you see your own mothers hope fade over time. My cousin made me realize that hope is always there no matter what. I need to be the one to keep hope for my Dad and remind my Mom of it whenever she forgets.

Whatever lies ahead, a far distance ahead I plan to keep a space in my heart for hope.