(when Adam's Grammy passed away she left behind copies of this meditation - one for each of her family members. I have it hanging on my wall and read it to Grandpa while he was in hospice. I'm grateful for these words.)
I am standing on the seashore -
A ship spreads her white sails in the
morning breeze and starts for the
blue ocean -
She is an object of beauty and I stand
and watch her until at length she hangs
like a speck of white cloud just where
the sea and sky meet to mingle with
Then someone at my side says, "There!
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that's all. -
She is just as large in mast and hull and
spar as she was when she left my sight, and
just as able to bear her load of living
freight to the place of her destination.
Her diminished size is in me, - not in her.
And just at that moment when someone at
my side says, "there, she's gone!" there
are other eyes watching her coming and
other voices take up the glad shout,
"There she comes!".
And that is living, not Dying.