By Debra DuPree Williams @DDuPreeWilliams
Those four words
are the ones I’ve heard over and over in the past few weeks. I’m sure you’ve heard
them, too. Perhaps you’ve even spoken them. I have.
Just four little words.
Not profound unto themselves, and yet they say so much. They point to an
equally little word. Another with four letters, but one which holds so much
promise.
Hope.
Without hope,
there would be no utterance of when this is over. There would be only
despair and grim acceptance that this is the way life will be from this point
forward. There would be no more family gatherings, no more hugs. No more dinner
with friends. No more play-dates for our kids. No more life as we knew it.
