I'm not sure who's clicked the "Misty Rocks" button on my blog... but for those who have... Misty passed away after a brave battle with brain cancer. I did not know Misty, or anyone in her family, outside of reading the blog daily for the past several months. I've come to understand cancer better then I ever planned to in my own family and life. I believe that Darren is a tower of strength. Someone sent me this writing when my brother passed away.... I wanted to post it here, today, while thinking of Misty's family and loved ones who are left behind.
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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. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and the 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 and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not 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!”
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 and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not 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!”
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