Twelve days ago, this beautiful boy came into my world. Wrapped in the stitches I crocheted for him, he sleeps. While he sleeps, I breathe his newness and want to hold onto that feeling that all is well with the world.
Six days ago my mother, Sam’s great grandmother, died. She slipped out of this world that had been her home into a new one, where we will all be someday. I like to think it’s a better place, a warm welcoming embrace.
I got a phone call message from my aunt, Alabel. She was once married to my mother’s brother, and she has remained a part of our family. Her message said, “I have been so privileged to be a part of your family. I’m glad your mother is now free and happy and seeing Johnny (my father)…I hear you have a new grandchild. That’s how it works, the saints are leaving and the saints are coming.”
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
Reflections on the Teche 
Beautiful, Margaret. I’ve been thinking of you so much and hope that your grief is tempered by the comfort of other gifts in your life right now and the warm words of loved ones.
what a beautiful sentiment and beautiful little squishy baby! How precious. Thanks for sharing.
He is simply adorable, and the circle of life and legacy continues as the generations multiply and carry on – – and my prayers are with your family as you cry, laugh, grieve, smile, and heal.
Joy and loss all wrapped up together. I am happy and sad for you and send you lots of love. Your aunt’s words are perfect – as is your new grandbaby!
You have captured the bookends of life – incredibly happy and sad moments. I am very happy for the miracle wrapped in your stitches and offer prayers for you and your family as you grieve your loss.
Amen.
Yes, Margaret, breathe in your grandson’s newness and hold on to that feeling that all is well. You have a wise Aunt Alabel. (I love her name.) I believe in what she told you. It reminded me of a similar situation. Thirty-two years ago, my mother-in-law-to-be called me to tell me her mother, Fanny had died, my husband’s only grandmother. I told her how sorry I was. Then, I told her my sister April’s baby was born today. Perhaps, Grandma Fanny is watching over my new niece, Nicole. I don’t remember exactly what my mother-in-law-to-be told me, but she said something similar to what your aunt said and felt better.
And your mother is watching over her great-grandson Sam. They have a special connection. Sending love and prayers.
I love this. My maternal grandmother died 3 months before I was born. I was named for her. I’ve grown up believing she is my guardian angel. I don’t think it matters if it’s true. Our belief in the circle of life is what matters. Thanks for your comment.
You’re welcome, Margaret. I’m glad you loved it. Hugs.
Sending you heartfelt sympathy. And feeling your joy. I love the title Saints Marching In and Out… so much of life in those words.