Life and Death

Life and Death stood side by side.
The room was crowded. All of them were excited about the impending arrival. There was a constant buzz among the nurses. There was chatter and noise. Constant conversations about the arrival, name, gender and how that would change the parents life. There was anxiety and doubts but most of all of joy and forty weeks of waiting. A gift worth the wait. The baby came amidst loud cries and whoops of joy from the father and then silent tears from the mother. Life turned to Death, "What is more precious than the arrival of a new life?"
The room was crowded. All those in room were silent. The air was heavy. People were holding each other for support. He had battled the disease for a long time. He was a survivor. The battle had gone on long enough. The disease had won some, the man had won loads. He was tired and it was time to let go. He smiled at his wife, his children and kissed his newborn grandchild. He had lived a full life and paid his dues. He was ready to go and thus he breathed his last. Death turned to Life, "What is more precious than the departure of a man who has lived, fought and deserves to rest easy afterwards?"