The following journal entries from my mom made me reconsider posting Hope's story.
My fear is that, after reading the following entries, you might leave either 1) depressed 2) miserable 3) glum or 4) despondent. The reason? The following entries (and those that will be coming) have a way of being like a field of thorny flowers...there is a lot of "Pretty", but there is also a lot of "Ow."
I love you people and I understand your hearts are sacred places and I want to tread lightly. And so I have censored some of the story, and altered or shortened some descriptions. If you choose to keep reading, I COMMAND you to hear the Good, the Love, the Learning, the Humbling, the Joy, the I'll-Never-Forget-Because-I-Don't-Want-Tos in the memories as well.
