A widow friend died yesterday. She was in her 90s and just stopped eating and faded away. Good choice if we have it. She always saw the bright side of things, so no surprise that she let go so gracefully. Her husband died ten or so years ago. His birthday was December 25. Their granddaughter was born 30 years ago on the 24th. Births and deaths, all of a seamless cloth.
Um, I imagine that there are some interesting birth and death statistics surrounding December 25th. My sister and I included, both born on December 30 six years apart. December, such an energy-filled time.