The Best of Times, the Worst of Times

Walking through the park last week I reflected on everything that’s happened this year …

My Dad’s death, a break-up, endless heartache piled on heartache.

2012, I thought to myself, is the worst year of my life.

Then it struck me – it’s also the last year in my life I’ll ever hug my Dad, or hold his hand, or pray with him, listen to his stories, or laugh with him. It’s the last year I got to ask his advice, or tell him I loved him. It’s the last time the four of us will celebrate Christmas, birthdays or my parents’ anniversary together. It’s the year that our family will have been together in this life.

There will never be a year on earth where I get to be with my Dad again.

Making 2012 the best year of my life, too. The most precious. The last.

It can be both. It is both. Often, when best/worse coexist in one, it means the truth of the experience is deeper than it looks at first glance.  2012 will be the year everything changed forever.

 

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About Wonder Russell

Actress, writer, filmmaker, Falcor guardian, lover of wine and reading in bed

Posted on September 7, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Dearest Wonder, How proud your father would be of you. I often heard him say that suffering isn’t your problem, it’s the answer to your problem. How the pain gnaws at us but the result is a closeness to Christ we never had before. Be patient my dear, I can already see the healing inside you, given by Father, coming from deep inside . With love and prayers, Gail Hudak

  2. Dear Wonder, Please allow me to share something the Lord made real to me when my sister passed away in 1987, and have shared with others who have lost a Brother or Sister in Christ… When we realize, as Spirit beings, that our deepest fellowship with one another is, in fact and in reality, in the Spirit and not in the physical or soulish realms, our fellowship, our communing with our deceased loved one, remains unbroken even after they are gone. Certainly we miss the physical and emotional contact we once enjoyed, and a part of us mourns the loss of these precious gifts which we have become so accustomed to in the earthly dimension, but this isn’t really where OUR priority lies, otherwise we would have not have allowed ourselves to be apart from them, even for brief periods, when they were with us. What comfort this revelation was and is to my heart! I hope it blesses and comforts you as well as HE becomes the source of all comfort.

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