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Sunday, November 20, 2011
On what hopefully lies beyond
"While we are mourning the loss of our friend, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil." John Taylor
I read this at my mom's funeral. I had found it a few years earlier, sent it to her via email, and she'd printed it. A few months before she deteriorated, she found it again and called to tell me she loved it. It was only fitting for me to honor her with it.
A ship sails and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says, "she is gone."
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. She is just as large now as when I last saw her. Her diminished size and total loss from my sight is in me, not in her.
And just at that moment, when someone at my side says "she is gone," there are others who are watching her coming over their horizon and other voices take up a glad shout - "There she comes!"
That is what dying is. A horizon and just the limit of our sight.
I hope this helps you, Carmi - and again, I'm so sorry for the loss of your friend.
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I read this at my mom's funeral. I had found it a few years earlier, sent it to her via email, and she'd printed it. A few months before she deteriorated, she found it again and called to tell me she loved it. It was only fitting for me to honor her with it.
ReplyDeleteA ship sails and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says, "she is gone."
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. She is just as large now as when I last saw her. Her diminished size and total loss from my sight is in me, not in her.
And just at that moment, when someone at my side says "she is gone," there are others who are watching her coming over their horizon and other voices take up a glad shout - "There she comes!"
That is what dying is. A horizon and just the limit of our sight.
I hope this helps you, Carmi - and again, I'm so sorry for the loss of your friend.
Peace to you and your friends, Carmi.
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This is the silver lining to grief- knowing that you will meet again in a better place.
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