In Spring I was about halfway through my hamburger at a cookout when a friend of our son, Brad, asked me a provocative question.
Hope is too abstract.
Well, by the last bite of that burger I was telling her about the blizzard of 1996 - three feet of snow in our yard. Well, for many weeks it was inconceivable that that much snow would ever go away. Inconceivable, that is, if you based your judgment solely on what you could see at the time. We actually did know that we would see the yard again, there would be blooming flowers there. We had hope.