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Rosalee May (Rosie) O'Day (Mason)
Once again, thank you to all of you for your kind words of comfort and caring. Recently, Gail, Shayne, Patty, Merrie, Linda, and John -- your messages are truly comforting. The journey right now is difficult, but I know that time will help. With parents, it seems as though it is their time, and that softens the loss. But with a sibling, it is always too soon. Thank you to all of you who have e mailed me privately as well.
I thought I would share this with all of you. I love the message of hope it brings.
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads its white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. It is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch it until at length it hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and the sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, “There, it is gone.”
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all. It is just as large in mast and hull and spar as it was when it left my side and it is just as able to bear its load of living freight to its destined port.
His diminished size is in me, not in him. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, he is gone!” there are other eyes watching him coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here he comes!”
And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke.
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