It is from a card I received this past week from BayCare (the entity that owns Mease Countryside Hospital where mom died, and 3 other hospitals in Tampa Bay) with a message that actually helped me feel better! From a hospital system, I get the following beautiful story, as comforting as it was surprising...
I am standing upon a 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.
Someone at my side says, "She is gone."
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull 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 at just the moment when someone at my side says, "She is gone," there are other voices ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!"
And that is dying.