New life

And so it goes. Speaking about death last time brings life.
Frieds of ours just had a child, a little, 2 day old sqweaky bundle.
Eyes wandering, arms flailing, 6 pound bundle.
Cute? I dunno. But real, really new. Something that will outlive me nestled in my lap making grunts and hicoughs.
Ah me, these things mean it goes on. Which is Good.