There's Always Hope

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This husband of mine…

Lost his mother in a tragic accident when he was 3 years old…the car she was in…hitting a bridge…at 31 years of age…she left behind a husband…and 9 children…

He doesn’t remember the accident…doesn’t remember the funeral…doesn’t remember his mother…but we visit the town where he was born…in search…of some sort of connection…

Over the years…have located news articles about the accident…located the cemetery where she was buried…but have yet…to find her headstone…

Plots not documented…paperwork all lost in a courthouse fire…her simple heart headstone…most likely disintegrated…over time…but still…we search…three years now…we search…and every year after…we will continue…to search…

Because…there’s always hope…and what’s life…without hope…and what’s hope…without a deep down belief…in miracles…and there’s nothing wrong…with wanting…a miracle…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…