Thinking of Mom and others we lost in 2013. Yesterday, my sister came from Ohio to visit for a while. She gave me this poem. I think it's perfect.
What is Dying?
The ship sails and I stand watching
till she fades on the horizon,
and someone at my side says,
"She is gone."
Gone from my sight, that is all;
she is just as large as when I saw her.
The diminished size and total loss of sight
is in me, not in her,
and just in that moment,
when someone at my side says,
"She is gone,"
there are others who are watching her coming,
and other voices take up a glad shout,
"There she comes!"
And that is dying.
It brings me happiness to think that those who passed before Mom were there waiting for her and when she took her last breath, they all shouted in unison, "There she comes!" It had to be a large crowd ~ she was loved by many.
Perhaps some of you out there who have lost a loved one this past year, will feel a smidgen better after reading this poem. Those of us left behind miss our loved ones SO much. I never really stopped to think about the happiness those waiting on the other side feel when they see a loved one coming back to them.