In taking care of my father during the last 9 months of his life, this became our word. Hope. Hope for a cure. Hope that the cancer would reverse. Hope that he would see the new year. While none of these things happened, we still maintained our hope until the very end.
Curious thing, this hope. When it lets us down, we still hold on. When things seem impossible, it pulls us through. Next to love, I think it could be the most positive word in the English language.
Without it, where would we be?