Gone From My Sight, That's All

All we have is hope. Hope that we will see our loved ones again. Hope that we will see the sparkle in their eyes and the sunlight on their hair. Hope that we will hear their joyous laughter once again. Hope that someday soon we will join them once again to dance and sing. We have hope that there are never goodbyes and that our loved ones are only but in another room waiting to open the door for us and welcome us home.

This poem has helped me to journey through my own losses in life. I pray it will bring you peace and comfort as you read it as well;

I am standing upon that foreshore.
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 her until at length she hangs like a speck of white clouds just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, "There! She's gone!"
"Gone where?"
"Gone from my sight, that's all". She is just as large in mast and spar and hull as ever she was when she left my side; just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at that moment when someone at my side says, "There! She's 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.

God Bless. DVM Spiro Spero (While I Breath, I Have Hope) 

Tim Soelzer- The Sparrow's Nest