My family suffered a tragic loss yesterday. My brother-in-law was killed in an accident at work. He was really a good person and will be terribly missed by everyone who knew him. He and my sister have two gorgeous twin girls who are five years old.
Despite something that seems so unfair about all of this, I have to think there are still miracles in this world. I got proof not long after the news of my brother-in-law's death. Some friends of ours had a baby—well, not a baby. Two babies. Two beautiful twin girls.
There's some kind of harmony in this. In all the chaos of this untimely death, there's a birth. There's new life. Two new lives that echo the two beautiful lives of my twin nieces who have just lost their daddy.
There's not a lot of comfort to be found in my brother-in-law's death, but the news of these babies warms my heart just enough.