Something as routine as having a baby. Shouldn’t it be that…a routine? Not only routine, but a phenomenal occurrence that women have displayed since the beginning of Eve conceiving and birthing a child. But it is still routine.
As I slid Weston into my Grandpa’s arms, he said, “Some of us are coming into this world, and some of us are going out.” Such a simple statement, and it felt sad and I wondered what he knew and what he was talking about.
My Grandpa died two weeks later. The day before he had a day of magic with his grandkids and then that night his body was done. It literally gave out overnight.