The Ship
We are standing upon the seashore. A ship opens her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the sea. She is an object of beauty and strength, we stand watching until she fades on the horizon and someone says 'She is gone'. Gone where? Gone from our sight that is all. She is just as great as when we saw her. Her diminished size is in us, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone says 'She's gone' there are others watching her, ready to take up the glad shout ' There she comes!'
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This was read at my Aunt Debbie's funeral on August 30, 2010. I loved her so much and miss her every single day. I LOVE this piece and always will. I hope someday it is read at my service as well. Thanks for posting it.
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