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The Name of Hope

Grief becomes more real at Christmastime. As the years roll by, sometimes we tuck away thoughts of those we’ve loved and lost like photographs in an album, but during the holidays it becomes nearly impossible to keep the cover closed. The minutia of life takes on a heightened glow, each piece a vestige of what life used to be. December brings the first fall of snow, silver-wrapped presents, hot cocoa, and ornaments. There are festive songs in the stores, lights...