NSR - In Loving Memory

For the most part, I spend time on my blog sharing artwork and my love for papercrafting.  This post is completely personal, but I felt it important to journal here.

Today, my grandma passed away, just after dinner, with her family around her in the manner in which she would have loved.  She waited for her youngest son to arrive and then declined.  We all gathered around for her final moments for a moment of prayer, solace and comfort.

She is gone and we are missing her.

Audrey Miriam Aubuchon Zankl

November 29, 1928 - December 13, 2008

So, with all that said, I thought I'd share a poem that hospice has printed in the family education booklet.

Thanks for letting me share about a wonderful woman,
lise

Gone From My Sight by Henry Van Dyke

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,

spreads her white sails to the moving 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,

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 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!"