My newest grandchild was born two weeks ago at 10:17am.
She was a perfect 9lbs 2oz.
One minute, there was a pregnant daughter with one child… the next, there was a new little human being.
Ok, maybe longer than a minute. But you know what I mean. It was a shift in our worlds. She went from momma of 1 to momma of 2.
It seems somewhat surreal… just like when he died. One minute I was a wife, the next? A widow.
Life happens in moments. The moment of birth. The moment of death. The moment of “I do.”
Life happens when you least expect it. And it’s all intertwined. Changes happen and life continues and you miss someone so fiercely you can’t breathe and you love someone new so fiercely you can’t breathe and it’s ALL THERE AT ONCE.
I miss Mark with every fibre of my being.
I love my grandchildren to the moon and back.
I love Ryan with every fibre of my being.
None of these are in conflict with the other. None of these cancel out the other.
One moment I was a wife, the next a widow.
One moment I was a widow/girlfriend/fiance, the next I was a wife.
One moment my daughter was pregnant, the next I had a new baby granddaughter.
Birth and death and everything in between. Everything changes in a moment.