In Memory of a Fighter – a Writer – a Blogger

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Gone From My Sight

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving 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,
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 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!”

And that is dying…

Henry Jackson Van Dyke

Regardless of what we believe, it remains true that the dead are carried by the living; they actively contribute to weaving the tapestry of our collective story for as long as we remember them β€” their stories, their sorrows, their joys, and their hopes and prayers for us and generations to come.

In memoriam of our blogger Spearfruit, a kind man, and a great fighter. Wherever you are now, may there be music.

 

36 thoughts on “In Memory of a Fighter – a Writer – a Blogger

  1. Thank you for posting this beautiful poem in Terry’s honor. I have been playing catch-up, so might not have been aware of his passing for some time yet but for you. Thank you so very much. I am quite certain that if there was not music “there” before, there is now!
    xx,
    mgh
    (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMORE dot com)
    ADD/EFD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder
    “It takes a village to transform a world!”

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  2. The first time I heard those words was at the funeral for a girl of 17 who had taken her own life. Her mother died aged 32 when she was 11 and she just never coped. The Vicar was one of my school teachers and I remember his voice cracking as he read the last line and said ‘and I know that is Kim waiting for Georgie’ …. Terry was a friend of mine. This is a lovely tribute, beautifully wrought and very very appropriate. Thank you.

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      • Hello Non Smoking Bug Lady … what a brilliant name you have! Terry was a lovely gentle and kind man and so many will miss him. The Auden fit for many reasons and I am glad it has resonated with so many. Nice to meet you too and although I don’t routinely follow back, since there is a gaping hole in my blogosphere absent Terry, and since I like your words I am going to follow you too. Here’s to a happy journey prompted by Terry πŸ™‚

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  4. Oh hell. 😦 I hadn’t heard, thank you so much for passing this news along. I’m reblogging this on my blog. He touched so many people, and yes, I’m very glad his suffering is at an end and he has ‘sailed on’. Another light gone from here, another light appears in heaven.

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    • Yes, he touched many. I knew he had lost his fight a while ago, like most of us, but still hoped for the best. I am glad his suffering ended. I don’t believe in Heaven, but know for the ones who do, it’s a reassuring thought.

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  5. Bridget someone else posted about him this morning- I did not know of his blog, but clicked the link to his blog and sat and read about him, before he was sick, after he faced such challenges. How beautiful your words in that paragraph you wrote- I will keep those words as they ring so true for me.

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