Hope

This particular visit seemed odd. We had traveled to my parents’ home on many occasions, but my father had never taken the time to discuss the pictures that were in the frames hanging on the wall. Many of them contained images of my two sons. Our third son, Noah, would not be born until about two years after my parents passed away in 2005. Most of the pictures were of my sons, Dad’s grandbabies. My father, in a rather cryptic manner said, “I suppose when we are gone one day,