Last night, my boyfriend and I were talking about his grandmother, who was dying from stage four lung cancer. I said she still had fight in her, and he thought she'd live to see Christmas.

Not even ten minutes after that conversation, he got the call that she had passed away en route to the hospital.

Not even two hours later, my friend gave birth to her first child, a daughter named Arriana.

One life ended while another began.

That's life.