Friday, April 29, 2005
The angel closes her eyes...
Alexander Cuthill - May 20th,1920 > April 29th, 2005
Just got the news that my Grandpa passed away this afternoon. Almost exactly 2 months after Grandma passed (Febraury 28). I'm just sitting thinking about it all. Life. Death. So many emotions. At the same time we are just starting to tell people about Baby3. What is so special about life that it rips you apart inside when it is gone and fills you with such joy and hope when it is created? And why have I been granted this gift, this wonder, this existence?
The comfort for me at this time is knowing that Grandpa was the first one to know about Baby3. When we visited him in the hospital everyone was leaving the room and I went to give him a hug and a kiss, and I wispered in his ear "We're having another baby, and you're the first one to know". I loved him alot. I think I'll go put on my Motherwell hat and cry for a while.