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Jun 22, 2016
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This week my father passed away and I find myself seeking comfort again in one of my favorite poems (slightly modified) by Henry Van Dyke:
“….Then, someone at my side says, 'There, he is gone'
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all.
And, just at the moment when someone says, 'There, he is gone,'
there are other eyes watching him coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, 'Here he comes!'
This week my father passed away and I find myself seeking comfort again in one of my favorite poems (slightly modified) by Henry Van Dyke:
“….Then, someone at my side says, 'There, he is gone'
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all.
And, just at the moment when someone says, 'There, he is gone,'
there are other eyes watching him coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, 'Here he comes!'
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