Hucc, You and your family have been through a long vigil and you have my deepest sympathy. Once again I send this poem and hope you will find some comfort in it.
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 sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!"
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 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 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!"
Hucc, I have been following the ups and downs your life has had over the past few weeks. Losing ones father has to be a tough point in life. Know that HE is at peace and without pain. Our thoughts and prayers continue to be with you and your family.