Sharing.

One of the members of an online community to which I belong lost his wife to cancer recently, and although I never met her, or him for that matter, it still touches in a way that is difficult to describe.

I discovered this on the Maigirlz Madness blog a few minutes ago, and it hit me in such a way that I felt I ought to record it here.

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. 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 and 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!"

And that is dying.

- Henry Van Dyke