FLORENCE JOSEPHINE DASZKOWSKI

A ship sails, and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon,
and someone at my side says, “She is gone.”
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all.
She is just as large now as when I last saw her.
Her diminished size and total loss from my sight is in me;
not in her.
And just at that moment, when someone at my side says,
“She is gone”,
there are others who are watching her coming over their horizon
and other voices take up a glad shout,...

may god bless you and your family. keeping you and the family in our prayers.peace be with you

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.