I am very sorry to hear about Bruce's death and I'd like to join others in passing along my condolences to the family. When my mother died a few years ago, after a short battle with cancer, a friend shared the following poem (by Henry Van Dyke) with us. I always cry a little when I read it but it makes me feel better:
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the 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 come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!”
“Gone where?”
Gone from my sight. That is all.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: “Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
No doubt Bruce is being welcomed joyfully by family and Pentaxians on the other side ...
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