The circle of life
When we learned I was pregnant, a good friend of P had just died from liver cancer. For months, cancer ravaged his body and killed him slowly. I know his death was very hard on P. I know he still thinks a lot about his friend, mentor, collegue and he misses him. On his desk, in his pencil older are his friend's In Memoriam card and a positive pregnancy test, side by side. We often say when one person dies, another is born. Not sure if it's really true, but these two objects, one from someone's life beginning, the other from someone's life ending, are a reminder of how fragile life can be.My friend's father died yesterday morning from liver cancer too. Even if I was expecting Patricia's father's death, it fills me with sadness. Life is strange, as a cycle. People sometimes go too soon, others are born at the wrong time or place. There's nothing we can do about it. I touch my belly, feel Pépin kicking and see how strong life can also be. I am lucky to have him with me, to be carrying life. I am also lucky to have both my parents here to live that happiness with us.
Once again, I am reminded to live my life to the fullest.
Goodbye Réal. You're in my thoughts Patricia.
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