Gone From My Sight

My husband passed away last week, we are all heartbroken.  I love this poem and hope it will soon bring out the sun and wonderful memories our family shared with Bruce while he was with us.

Gone From My Sight
by Henry Van Dyke

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone"

Gone where?

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
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 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!"

And that is dying...

A year later...

Last January my husband was admitted to the hospital and against all odds came home in early June. He had a good summer spending time at the lake and enjoyed football in the fall. We are blessed.

He returned to the hospital again last week so I will be taking some time away again. Hopefully I'll be back soon with some new projects and a bathroom remodel. 

Take care.

Believe

Merry Christmas