On Friday, September 9, 2011, at 5:30 a.m., my eighth grandchild was born. On Friday, September 16, 2011, at 5:30 a.m., my 90-year-old mother-in- law passed away. I witnessed and will never forget this jarring juxtaposition: exactly a week apart, one life enters, and another life departs: from Pitocin (to induce labor) to morphine drops (to alleviate the labor of dying), from the baby rattle to the death rattle.
My paternal grandfather died on the day I was born, and it was rarely mentioned in our family. I never thought to ask my father how he felt each year when my birth date occured, reminding him of the loss of his father. Your sharing of your experience with the high of a new grandchild and the low of the loss of your mother-in-law is much appreciated by me. Thank you.