Tim Russert
I was wandering about Barnes and Noble last year at about this time and found the book by Tim Russert, Wisdom of Our Fathers. I purchased it and have enjoyed it periodically throughout the year. When sadly he passed away suddenly around Easter I was so happy I had gotten the book prior to the loss and felt almost "extra wise" for finding it when I had. The book is a collection of stories sent to Tim about peoples fathers and the stories that sustain them after death, illness, separation. I go back to some of the same stories because they bring me some peace. Others feel the same and that is a comfort I guess.
One story in particular hits home with me when I read it and does bring a chuckle along with a few tears. It is the recollection of a family or moreso the daughter after caring for the dad for many years and he wasnt able to go anywhere she would return home in the afternoon and recount her travels and the people she saw and really what she learned that day. The jist of the story reveals itself when at the families memorial breakfast she mistakenly said to the crowd of forty after a few jokes and laughs "Hey, wheres Dad?"
They group was evidently shocked at her mistake and she gasped in her embarrassment. It was then that her brother stood without a missed beat and said "oh hes here and he really thought that was funny."
I can so relate to that. There have so many many times when I have truly though "Wait til he hears this one" or "Wheres Dad?"
I remind myself the obvious then steady myself for the faith encouraged "he knows".
The definition of faith is believing in something without evidence. I need to have faith. I need to believe that I will see my Dad again, I have to encourage my doubts and fears to step aside and let the invisible come in.
The invisible of faith, courage and spirit- most of all, become a part of my life instead of crutch for the sad and lonely times.
I believe in a lot of things, the power of friendship, the strength of love and family, the power of a hand to hold.
I need to find some faith again, Faith in heaven, and reunion, along with a healthy dose of eternal life in a place without separation, guilt, or lonelieness.
So all in all I guess Im feeling some gratitude for finding some peace inside a book when I think there isnt anymore to find.
I am tired, physically, and emotionally.
I think my Dad might like Tim Russert, so maybe they are chatting it up a bit, sharing notes, and passing some time until the whole reunion thing happens. Right???
One story in particular hits home with me when I read it and does bring a chuckle along with a few tears. It is the recollection of a family or moreso the daughter after caring for the dad for many years and he wasnt able to go anywhere she would return home in the afternoon and recount her travels and the people she saw and really what she learned that day. The jist of the story reveals itself when at the families memorial breakfast she mistakenly said to the crowd of forty after a few jokes and laughs "Hey, wheres Dad?"
They group was evidently shocked at her mistake and she gasped in her embarrassment. It was then that her brother stood without a missed beat and said "oh hes here and he really thought that was funny."
I can so relate to that. There have so many many times when I have truly though "Wait til he hears this one" or "Wheres Dad?"
I remind myself the obvious then steady myself for the faith encouraged "he knows".
The definition of faith is believing in something without evidence. I need to have faith. I need to believe that I will see my Dad again, I have to encourage my doubts and fears to step aside and let the invisible come in.
The invisible of faith, courage and spirit- most of all, become a part of my life instead of crutch for the sad and lonely times.
I believe in a lot of things, the power of friendship, the strength of love and family, the power of a hand to hold.
I need to find some faith again, Faith in heaven, and reunion, along with a healthy dose of eternal life in a place without separation, guilt, or lonelieness.
So all in all I guess Im feeling some gratitude for finding some peace inside a book when I think there isnt anymore to find.
I am tired, physically, and emotionally.
I think my Dad might like Tim Russert, so maybe they are chatting it up a bit, sharing notes, and passing some time until the whole reunion thing happens. Right???
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