A Simple Notion

It was a small, simple notion.
As we sat there, mourning, deciding on preparations fit for sending our loved one home, our new patriarch found himself on quacking grounds.
Lost in tears and despair, we knew this was was goin to come, but nothing prepared us for it. The roof of our house had been removed, leaving us volnerable to the weathers of grief, and of life.
A small and simple notion would prove to be his [and our] saving grace. For the mother of my niece handed over to the new patriarch the most beautiful of little lights.

  Barely a month old, she saved him that day. She's proved to save us everyday since. We looked over at this beautiful little baby, a new life, curled up in my uncles arms. It would seem that only life can get you through death. As she made her way around the room she softened the blow of the hit we all took, without saying a word. This little light of ours. She shined a beacon of hope through a darkened place. Though my grandfather wasn't there to hold her, in those moments, we felt his embrace around us all.