Lee Anne, thanks for sharing about your mother's passing. I have known many
such beautiful partings, and it is amazing that even though you miss the
loved one dearly, there can be peace in it also. My grandmother's death was
like that. I flew out to see her the week before she died, and she, my
mother and I spent a powerfully memorable time together. She was at home,
my mom caring for her, and unable to eat. We spoke of what lay ahead for
her very openly, and I asked who she wanted to see "when she got there." It
was a kind of bon voyage party, sad because we would miss her so, happy
because we knew the destination and that we will be joining her one day.
The description by Van Dyke is beautiful, and I believe so true (a side
note -- he was one of my grandmother's favorite writers -- she especially
loved his book, "The Other Wise Man.") May God be with you and your family,
dear heart. And remember, it's ok to let those healing tears flow --
goodbyes are tough, but you don't have to be. Lots of love, Joicy
>Hello all,
>
>I am in the process of printing your wonderful posts to me. Oh...by the way at
>least temporarily (my hubby rigged this for me) I have an online connection
>again. I had said my computer was down, actually it is a strange phone
>problem. We still have our business line, but with horrible access to the
>computer. Anyway,
>
>Thank you, Thank you, Thank you all for your care, concern. love and prayers.
>
>Here is a sweet poem that is in the booklet Gone From My Sight. It was given
>to me by the hospice nurse (who by the way is wonderful and a 13 year breast
>cancer survivor, I told her about MOL, hope to see her here)
>
> I am standing upon 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 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 and
>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 at my side 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.
>
> Henry Van Dyke
>
>Guys, this was so much how it was with Mom. I was sitting on the bed with
>her, and she slowly, slowly stopped breathing. I looked at the nurse who was
>there with us..to confirm what I thought and all she said was, yes. I know
>that the others had been watching her coming and did raise their voices and
>shout: "Here she comes!"
>
>Her diminished size is in me, not in her. After this journey we have taken, I
>see death differently than before, never again will any loved one's size seem
>diminished in me as I have felt before. I have learned and grown from this,
>and again (hate to inflate all your egos toooo much but....) much credit goes
>to ALL molers.
>
>I appreciate your prayers, keep 'em comin'...thanks,
>
>Love,
>Lee Anne
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