My Grandmother passed away about a month and a half ago now and last night, I came across a program from the funeral which had this on the back:
What is dying?
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 as when I saw her...
the diminished size and total
loss of sight is in me, not in her,
and just at the moment
when someone at my side
says "she is gone", there are others
who are watching her coming,
and other voices take up the glad shout,
"there she comes!" ...and that is dying.
I'm not normally a huge fan of poetry, but this, I thought, was perfect...
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