I hope that the parable below gives you the peace & comfort that it gave me. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
I stand upon the seashore. A ship spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and heads out across the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength and I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud on the horizon just where the sea and sky meet to mingle with each other. At my side someone says:
There! She's gone."
Gone where? Gone from my sight - that's all. She is just as large in mast and spar and hull as when she sailed close by and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in my vision alone. At the moment when someone at my side says, "There! She's gone," other eyes watch her coming, and other voices take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
And that is dying.
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