To All the Staff and Residents of Tregolls Manor,
Thank you for all you did for our dear Dad John Smith whether it be a kind word, a smile or your friendship.
Say a little prayer for him
with kind and sincere regards
Tony & Megan, Andrew & Zanda
Marilyn & Duane
Julia, John & Jordan
‘What is dying?’ I am standing on the sea shore. 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 and I stand watching her till, at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and the sky mingle.
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 the masts, hull and spars as she was when she left my side, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not her: and just at the moment when someone at my side says, “there 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.