Celebrating A Life
“Gone From My Sight” by Henry Van Dyke
In memory of Janet M. Dean
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving 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 from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side. And she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me — not in her. And just at the moment someone says, “There, she is gone,” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the shout, “Here she comes!”
And that is dying…
Death comes in its own time, in its own way. Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it.