There's nothing quite like the extraordinary way words of a mentor... a friend... a grandfather can find me in a dark place and remind me of the hope that is to come. When pressure crowds in and suffocates, the reminder of who I am, whose I am alleviates and soothes. I remember times when Grandpa would send a simple message, "I'm thinking about you- everything okay?" In these simple words, permission to ask for help, share frustration, share aspirations, memories and dreams. And then, so it's so much more. It's hope for the future, building up and confirming. It's love.