Can true hope disappoint?
In a way I just want to leave that question out there. I could have tweeted it but Cazbarwick only has 16 followers, I could have posted it on FB but I get tired of people taking the mickey out of the serious questions I sometimes need to ask. The thing is that it seems the older you get the more hope hurts. On my last blog I accepted that Daddy waits with me, but that line came from a poem entitled Daddy it hurts. And it does. I love hope but recently I've found myself wishing that I didn't have so much because it hurts to have such high expectations. It's also amazing when the thing you expected to happen actually does. But what if it doesn't....?