The best of times...the worst of times..

DaphneBroon a bittersweet post and your right about not dwelling

Best - singing in Mahler's Resurrection Symphony under the direction of Charles Groves - what an uplifting experience that was!

Worst - OH's diagnosis with PD and my broken foot - both have blighted our lives ever since. But.....we still have music!!

The best were the early years of marriage. They really were good.
The worst, I am living it every day.

Best the births of my daughters . Worse the death of my husband after only eight years marriage and 21st October 1966 when I witnessed the Aberfan Disaster.

Courting (old fashion word we don't hear anymore) my now husband. We were so young, silly and very happy. My worst was the call to say my DiL had her diagnosis of a terminal illness. Until then I thought I'd had more than my fair share of worst times. Everything paled into insignificance after that news. A ((((hug))) for Harrigran and Kittylester I often wonder how people manage to cope with with such horror, because they have no choice I suppose but its gut wrenchingly difficult.

I would rather not dwell on the worst of times - and there have been a few, losing our first son, waiting for DH's transplant, redundancy, inability to work, and the added stress of financial disaster on top of health issues, endless worry about my parents' poor health, decline and death 350 miles away, but these are behind us and whatever "worst of times" may yet lie ahead there are "golden days" which will never be forgotten.
My thirties -three DDs, a great circle of friends and the aforementioned dark days (apart from our son) yet to come - were pretty good, but best of all , was one Sunday morning after I had had DD2 (C section like the others) and everything had stopped hurting, I was in a light and sunny ward in the Westminster , my baby sleeping peacefully beside me and DH and my in laws were going to bring DD1 in to visit. My cup truly ran over

Best - probably when I was young free and single like the op.

Worst - doesnt really compare to others, but it was difficult when the children were very very young, and some of them needed more then just playgroup.

I've had lots of good times but I suppose they all started after I met DH so that would have to be the best.

To date, DS1 having a massive stroke at the age of 35 while he was living in Japan.

I'm with you Ariana best time was my time in the army . I too travelled the world, only saw a little conflict as it was pre gulf war et al. I was indestructible , always right and loving every moment.

Worst time, the first time I got made redundant. I had lived my job and without it was lost. Luckily over a 30 year career and a couple of other redundancies I came to realise it wasn't about me at all it was the company.

Best time, the day I married DH. The worst, the day I got a diagnosis of an illness that could kill me.

Worst was when Mr C was very unwell when our baby was 6 weeks old and was then sacked when he became medically unfit to drive. Best time is actually harder as there have been so many positives. Think I'd plump,for the day the mortgage was paid. After so many financial worries our home was finally safe.

My worst time was when after 3 yrs of marriage I was told I was infertile .....my mother had 17 pregnancies ...my best 2 and 4 yrs later when I adopted 2 boys .....my very best was 13 months ago at he birth of my beautiful grandaughter

The year I had my second child (a daughter) was my best time and my worst was the year my father died. Loads of other ups and downs but all in all they were (to date) my best and worst.