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, and I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud, just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says: “There! She’s 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 just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her; and just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There! She’s gone,” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “There she comes”.
And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke
Kathryn
22nd March 2019
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Sent by Dementia UK on 15/03/2019
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland