Re: Frank Acampora
Frank,
I am sorry for your loss. You have helped me in the past and I would like to share this with you in the hopes that it may help ease your pain and sorrow. I am not the author but wanted to share it with you:
The loss of someone we love is like a ship leaving port. As we stand by
the seashore, we watch the ship spread her sails, catch the breeze and
start to move out to sea, an object of beauty, of strength, of life.
And as we watch, her size diminishes in the distance, her white sails
standing out against the azure blue of the sea and sky, until at length
she hovers on the horizon, a mere speck, then gone.
Gone-where? Out there on the broad sea, she is just as strong, just as
beautiful, just as full of life as when we stood beside her. Her
diminished size is in us, not in her.
And at that moment when we say to ourselves, "She is gone," there are
others who are waiting and watching for her arrival, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, "There she comes," as she sails into
that beautiful and peaceful harbor to receive a joyous welcome from
those on that distant shore, those loved ones who have gone on before us.
