Scenes from a Memorial Party

I didn't take many pictures at the actual memorial party for my mom, but as the evening wore on, some of us who had stayed later headed to the beach as the sun set and I brought my camera along. Shoes were removed, rocks were skipped across the water's surface and splashing was encouraged. It was great fun and I think that my mom would have approved.

Vitka and Me.

Matthew

Amy

Lisa

Amy and Mike

Caleb

Gone From My Sight

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 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 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!"