Part of me is sad and part of me is happy.
Last night I got a phone call from my office cohort, Sheila.
Her husband Paul, who has fought cancer for three years, passed away around nine p.m..
This morning I got a phone call from my sister by marriage, Sue.
Her new, healthy grandson, Maxim, was born around seven a.m..
One journey on this earth has ended while another has started.
While I will mourn Paul's death I will celebrate Maxim's birth.
Goodbye Paul, you will be missed.
Hello Maxim, welcome to the world.