Never Good News

It’s never good news when the phone rings in the middle of the night.  Strange how phones don’t really ring anymore;  yet “vibrate” can still do the trick quite nicely, thank you.  You try to go back to sleep – convince yourself that it’s nothing important.  Then you hear the double buzz telling of voicemail, glance at the screen to see the name of a relative you haven’t spoken to in years and, well…

How is one supposed to deal with the death of an estranged parent?  Where exactly is it said?  Some wounds are too deep to be forgotten – history can not be unwritten!

A much wiser person once told me that forgiveness benefits most the one who was wronged.  I never really understood what that meant until I saw my husband walk behind his father’s casket.



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