I have been told a lot about hope – warnings not to take it away, or give it if it is “false;” losing it, finding it, opening doors to it, searching for it, hope dashed, gone, dead. A person with aphasia rarely talks about hope in the early days of living with it; there is too much going on and the struggle to understand what has transpired and how to find roads in or out is primary. But the families, the lovers, the friends – all those with one or more degrees of separation- they have grabbed hold of hope and, as Anne Lamott says, are busy trying to pin it down.
Perhaps there is a way to learn how to hope so that it can “float forth and open”.
And let it begin with me.