The Cycle of Life

I am going to visitation for my dearest Lark's father who passed peacefully this week. I didn't know him very well, but on the few occasions I had the privilege of keeping company with him; I found him to be a delightful country soul. I am truly glad to see him go on to be asleep in the LORD. I am grateful he did not suffer for months and months as some I've known to. His family has been blessed to have been spared that long suffering aspect of dying. Although I am sure, to them, the suffering lasted more than long enough. I found out too, the family has another life coming soon.
It reminds me of losing my father in law. I was pregnant with A.J. when he passed away. It's so weird how the cycle of life is so evident in cases like these. One leaves this world and another enters. In our case, my son is the spitting image of his Daddy who in turn is the spitting image of his Dad. So, ironically, it seems like Daddy left only to be replaced by a tiny replica of himself.