Thursday, July 29, 2010

Birth and Death

I discovered that I was carrying this long awaited baby at 11 AM on January 1, 2010, Our Lady's Day. At 10 PM that night, I got a call saying that my maternal grandfather had died.

After a long struggle with infertility and a miscarriage, my father's youngest brother is expecting a son on August 23rd. I've had a lot of fun comparing pregnancy stories with his wife, Amy, since I'm due with the 4th great-grandchild on August 30th.

Today, I got a call saying that my paternal grandfather, Bob Rupp, will start hospice soon for his cancer. He's declining fast.

My Papa might not be alive to see the babies.

Birth and Death. Death and Rebirth.

Our Blessed Mother, please pray for us.

2 comments:

Rae said...

I just found your blog and really admire the way that you are able to get to the essence in your post. Birth, death, and rebirth are all challenges (and joys) which we will only get through with prayer. I just said one for you.

Danya @ He Adopted Me First said...

Everytime I find out I'm pregnant I start to wonder about who is going to die around the time of the babies birth. I know that sounds morbid, but I too, have found that cycle of life to be a reality. It's so joyful and sad at the same time!