The Words of the Brock Family |
Our dear friend Gerald Brock started his new journey tonight at 8:20, the 10th day and the 10th month. We miss you Gerald and pray that your journey goes well and is filled with many adventures. Love you lots.
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads his white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. He is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch him until at length he 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, he is gone."
"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all. He is just as large in mast and hull and spar as he was when he left my side, and he is just as able to bear his load of living freight to him destined port. He diminished size is in me, not in him. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There, he is gone!" there are other eyes watching him coming, and there are other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here he comes!" And that is dying.