Sliding doors

Kelly's baby was finally called home to heaven after one month of pain and suffering.

My cousin, Janice, gave birth to her first child, my nephew, on the same day.

You almost wondered if a peaceful transaction had taken place in heaven, if two souls had brushed shoulders through heaven's sliding doors.

I cannot even try to comprehend what it feels like to be in either situation, but i do know that though they are different, there are underlying similarities. Both contains joy, sadness, and relief. Both involves hurt and pain, physically, mentally.

I dreamt of both babies last night and they were both beautiful. One had fought her battle, short and meaningful. One was asleep, unaware of the hurdles that were ahead of him. Or perhaps he knew, and he was already mastering the skill...of closing his eyes and remaining calm and still in the face of adversity.