Well, it's done...

Mr Rosa's aunt's funeral is all done now, and the service was really quite special. Thanks, mainly, to a lovely, caring, Minister who, along with the usual Bible passage and prayers, read this...

It's called "Gone From my Sight"

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving 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 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. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was 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 the moment when someone 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...

I'd never heard it before, and I found it strangely moving.

She was one of a kind. She was inclined to be difficult, she was feisty and independent, but she was also very generous, with a wicked sense of humour. The family won't be quite the same without her.

Rest in Peace, Joyce.

Well, it's done...