This world is an amazing place. No matter how sorrowful the living may become, life can be found pretty much everywhere we look. One only has to look. It's there. In the cracks of the sidewalk. Buried in the soil. Nesting in a tree. Carried in a womb. The sunrise. A tide. Large and minute. Life pervades. Permeating the darkness and grief with aspiration. Light. And peace.
It's a boy. A son. A grandson. The present. The future. News of hope and anticipation of new life. Parents' pride. Grandparents' joy. A family's progeny.
Life and death. Death, then life. It's a miraculous circle.
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