Donna, Peter, so sorry for your loss. I am so glad you were able to see her and be with her. She sounds like a really wonderful mom. Much love your way.
I am standing at the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to 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 come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, "There! She's gone!" Gone where? 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 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 others watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout - " There ! She comes!" and that is dying. What is dying?
What a beautiful response Mark. Thank you for this wisdom about dying. It brings me great comfort during this time. Thinking of you and hoping your mom is ok. Please update us when you get a chance. Lots of Love, <3
Update; Thank you Captain Donna, First Mate Peter & Crew! I found this machine type written, on a sturdy stock, thank you note size paper from my Father, Gunnar who was born in 1918 and arrived at age 72. Your nautical endeavors resonate in such positive light, keep on keeping on. Happy sails to you. I tell my Mother GOD is not finished with you yet. She has another 7 years (she does not like to ear that) but you can Mark my words. :-)
Well written Donna. The perfect compliment to Mom and wonderful life she lived.
Thank you Jack. I loved your tribute at the memorial as well. Hope all is well with you. <3
Donna, Peter, so sorry for your loss. I am so glad you were able to see her and be with her. She sounds like a really wonderful mom. Much love your way.
Thank you Leslie. :)
I am standing at the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to 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 come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, "There! She's gone!" Gone where? 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 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 others watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout - " There ! She comes!" and that is dying. What is dying?
What a beautiful response Mark. Thank you for this wisdom about dying. It brings me great comfort during this time. Thinking of you and hoping your mom is ok. Please update us when you get a chance. Lots of Love, <3
Update; Thank you Captain Donna, First Mate Peter & Crew! I found this machine type written, on a sturdy stock, thank you note size paper from my Father, Gunnar who was born in 1918 and arrived at age 72. Your nautical endeavors resonate in such positive light, keep on keeping on. Happy sails to you. I tell my Mother GOD is not finished with you yet. She has another 7 years (she does not like to ear that) but you can Mark my words. :-)
Beautiful!!! A wonderful tribute to your Mom❤️ So blessed to have had her as a dear friend💕
Thank you Helen. So good to see you and Jack although way too short. <3
Big love to you and your family, Donna.
Beautiful Donna!!!!!
Beautiful tribute, Donna!
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