A Life Lost, A Life Gained
I have a baby sister on the way, and Grandpa’s about to die. Why is this? How come whenever somebody new enters my life it seems like someone who’s been there, close to me, has to leave? The happiness, the joy I should be feeling from this new life is tarnished, denied, by the loss of someone I love dearly. Life is so unfair.
I suppose there’s nothing I can
really do about it. Grandpa will die no
matter what I do. So, I guess I should hold
on to him and let him know I love him while he’s still here. I still think it’s unfair though. He’ll never know my little sister.
I guess who I feel for most is
her. She is missing out. My grandfather is a wonderful man. He always would tell me so many fascinating
stories and do whatever it took to make me laugh. I love him so much. I will definitely have to tell her about him.
If you think about it, it all makes sense. Grandpa's dying, just as Kelsey’s being born. The world is so over-populated. So, with every new birth, someone has to pass on to make space for the first to live and grow, nature’s way of making sure we don’t become too terribly crowded.
I wonder if Grandpa knows he’s dying
to give Kelsey room to live. He’s a
smart man, and I’m sure he knows. He’s
probably happy and proud to make the sacrifice.