This is the reading that I will be presenting tomorrow at Susan’s funeral. It was written by a Bishop Brent of the Anglican Church.
What is dying? I am standing on the sea shore. A ship sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her till at last she fades on the horizon, and someone at my side says, “She has gone”. Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all; she is just as large in the mast, hull and spars as she was when I saw her, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.The diminshed size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her, and just at the 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, “Here she comes!”. That is dying.
Comforting words that I hope provide solace to everyone who hears them.
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