Sunday, February 19, 2017
I had the privilege to get to know Donna on the golf course via Central Counties; she would always call me Mary Jo! When my sister died she sent me a handout titled "Perspective", which I've shared with many others and would like to now share with you:
I am standing on the seashore. A ship spreads her sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. I stand watching her until she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says, "She is gone!"
Gone where? The loss of sight is in me, not in her. Just at that moment when one says, "She is gone", there are others who are watching her coming. Other voices take up the joyful shout. "Here she comes"....and that is dying.
Godspeed.
