Life and Death

This will be a rather short post. I know I have not posted in awhile. Even though this will be somewhat brief, though not as brief as the last one, I do need to say it.

I have experienced the birth of my first (and maybe my only) grandchild. Before and after I was engaged which is why the nonposting.

My grandson was born at 1:21 a.m. on July 18. He had a difficult time coming into this world. He had hoped to be born in his own apartment, but ended up being born in the hospital by C-Section. He was loved and cared for before he was born and is being so now.

I write this because of this stark contrast of new birth and new life with all the deliberate destruction of life by violence and war all over our world. My grandson struggled to come into this world, but had the assistance he needed to survive and thrive. How many do not have that assistance to be born and do not make it--neither themselves, nor their mothers?

How many bombs are dropped, even by our own country, that destroy mothers and babies?

It is time to change our ways to the ways of life.