Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!”
Gone from my sight. That is all.
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!”
And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke
my mom sylvia
october 22, 1934 ~ september 28, 2011