A Tribute For My Mom ....
As most of you know my mom passed away on Feb. 24th. During the last hours she was alive I talked to her, sang to her and read to her. There was something in the back of a hospice pamphlet that one of her best friend's read to her while I was lucky enough to experience the depth of their love and friendship for over 20 years. I am including in this post so that maybe it will help one person and will always remind me she is only out of my sight.
Gone From My Sight
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an ob
Then someone at my side says : "There, she is gone!".
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 her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished 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".