To Help Heal...

This is a poem that was said at my Grandmothers funeral. It's the prettiest poem I've ever heard. I hope it helps all of you as much as it has helped me.....Our prayers and thoughts are with you....Love, The Jones's

"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 mingle with eachother.
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 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 that moment when someone says, "There she is gone", there are other eyes wathcing her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout- "Here she comes!"

A poem by Henry Van Dyke