Gone from my sight

It was the strangest Mother’s Day this year.

“I am standing upon the seashore.  A ship at my side speads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.  She is an object of beauty and strength.  I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says:  ‘There, she is gone!’

“Gone where?”

Gone from my sight.  That is all.  She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.

Her dimished size is in me, not in her.  And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:  “Here she comes!”

And that is dying.’

– Henry Van Dyke

We will always love you Grandma.

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3 thoughts on “Gone from my sight

  1. So sorry for your loss. We lost my grandmother last week and buried her on Saturday. Mother’s Day weekend seemed a fitting time to lay her to rest. What a blessing that you were able to share your wedding day with her.

  2. Pingback: Surviving and Thriving on Mother’s Day « Matching Moonheads

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