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Life & Death

So Sarah is married, and I lost the bet, and she's off to the States. This weekend confirmed that I really love my family, that life is not static and that is ok, and that the good is always mingled with the sad. I think Sarah & Lalo should name their first daughter Zara, after Sarah. Then her child will be guaranteed to be at the end of the alphabet. Zamora is apparently a common last name, but not where I come from.

Next week, my dad's parents both have meetings with specialists, and I expect that the news will not be good. But this further confirms God's goodness in our lives as my parents were able to purchase a house with two suites (one of which is occupied by said grandparents, the other which is inhabited by my parents), before things started to go downhill. Now, we're merely a flight of stairs away.

I am slightly further away, but am significantly closer than the 4.5 hour flight from Vancouver. So I'm glad to be here, and grateful for the time, and feeling peaceful about the future. I don't feel the need to hold on forever, knowing that at 90 years, life has been full. And that is good. Since birth, we've been destined for this.

I am so glad that doesn't frighten me. And I feel for those it does.

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