Yeah, I know. Cue The Lion King music! But as cheesy as the title is, it fits.
This past Friday (January 11), my cousin gave birth to her second
child. She had a boy, and she named him after my late grandfather. It
is a lovely tribute, and I know my grandfather would have been thrilled.
My cousin and her baby are both healthy and whole. We rejoice with
This past Friday was also the day that my husband's grandmother died.
She had been battling cancer for a long time. She was an incredibly
kind, sweet, gracious lady. We mourn her loss.
My brain and my heart are having a hard time reconciling these two
events on such opposite ends of the emotional spectrum. I truly rejoice
for my cousin and her husband. I truly grieve the death of Grandma.
It seems so strange to have both reactions dueling within me.
And yet...isn't that life as a whole? Isn't that how it so
frequently goes? We laugh. We cry. We dance. We stumble. And
sometimes, we do it all at the same time.