contrasts

This easter brings a time for me of great contrasts. As my dad takes to his bed at home with hospice care, as his life comes to a close, the sun shines and new life is being created e.g. the bird box we put up in january now appears to be occupied by blue tits who apparently lay their eggs in the coming weeks.
Mum seems to have reached some acceptance of dad's death but who knows how you will react when the moment comes but it was good to talk to her yesterday evening. The hospice care he is receiving is exceptional. They came out to mum the night before last in the early hours and have been hugely supportive. It is my first contact with the hospice service and i'm very impressed with the quiet, sensitive and compassionate way they support families at a time of great sadness. On wonders how they deal with all the emotional baggage they must inevitably pick up doing their jobs.
So as we wait for new lives to be created and born so one life draws to a close.