We are learning all of life now. Marriage, birth, suffering, death. The span of years in which the generations dwell together - knowing strength and health at the same time - are coming to a gentle end for my family, ushering some over the last abyss and leaving others to bear their legacy. I held my dying aunt's hand last night and wondered why the world is so strange. I knew that during the hours that we were saying the long goodbye, somewhere else in that city a young couple was probably celebrating their engagement, or a young woman was holding for the first time the child she'd carried inside of her for nine months. God asks us to take our turns receiving joy and bearing sadness, and the sun persists in rising.