My Uncle Frank was my last relative in the generation before me. He was deeply loved by his family and all who knew him. He finished his life well.
The next generation of my family continues with my precious new grandson. He has wide eyes and a lovely dimpled smile, and I wonder what his new life will become.
When I see others who are the same age as my son Ryan, I always wonder what might have been if he had lived.
We mourn those whose lives are finished and whose lives ended too soon. At the same time, we celebrate the new lives that have joined us. It is all part of the same story of love.