I think of hope as a little piece of eternity that lodges itself in us, orientating us toward what is to come, what can become - exactly the opposite of blame. Blame looks to the past. Hope looks to the future. Loss and hardship can seem meaningless, if we're looking for reasons in the past. Sometimes they are in the future, and we haven’t discovered them yet. They may open doors that would otherwise be sealed. I've found this to be a theme in my writing as well as in my life.