Comfort and Hope

Comfort and Hope

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I refused to be comforted after the death of my son. Content...never again. Hope gone. Weak, no strength. And then this happened. My child had a child. Through the magic of a camera I capture her face so filled with hope for the future, joy, unconditional love. I hear her sing and watch her dance with her four month old. His face tells his story of first love, his Mama. I am comforted. I feel hope. There is joy left in my heart. My grandson is named after my son. I find strength to love again. Submitted by Damian's Mom

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