“She felt the depth of her losses before they were realized, and she wondered, Is there still hope? Did she even dare hold on to such a tenuous thing as hope?” HopeLossGriefHopelessness Book:Upon Destiny's Song Source: Upon Destiny's Song
“A memory of her father flitted through her consciousness. The time he played a slow, melodic tune on the saxophone in the misty rain of the yard on a summer’s night, surrounded by the patio’s twinkling lights. She remembered peering out the window and feeling like she was catching a glimpse of another world. One that was timeless and majestic. She touched his saxophone after that as if she were touching the hand of God, wishing to hold onto that feeling forever.” LossGriefMusicYoung AdultSaxophone Book:Ann, Not Annie Source: Ann, Not Annie