This is from the program at my great-aunt Norma's funeral. She was eighty years and three days old when she passed away.
A Parable of Immortality
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, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, "There she goes!"
Gone where? gone from my sight -- that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side. Her diminished size is in my, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There she goes!" there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout,
"Here she comes!"
Auntie Norma, you will be greatly missed!
"Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, and may the perpetual light shine upon her. May her soul and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace."
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