This afternoon, I left the side of a young lady just admitted to a room on the labor and delivery floor of the local hospital so she can be induced to deliver her first child in the morning to attend the funeral of the 99 year old lady at a neighboring church.
Both the young lady and the old lady had family at their side -- there because of love and duty.
Ritual attended each, as well. For one, there was the ritual of hospital admission procedures - where one gradually gives over all control over self to the care of (hopefully) experienced nurses and doctors. For the other, there was the ritual of remembrance and giving thanks that one who had given herself over to the care of the Great Physician was reaping a promised reward.
New life brings joy in the mo(u)rning.
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