Michael and Jill (Gresham) Hamilton
Heathe and Ben:
I never had the pleasure of meeting Vicki, but I can tell by the magnificent daughter she raised in Heathe that she was a kind, caring, and devoted person. I am so sorry that you have to deal with this pain - I know it is the most difficult pain to bear. Someone shared this with me when my Mom passed away, and I want to share it with you.
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!"
Please know that we are continuing to pray for you, and will do so for the many days and months to come. Please feel free to message me on Facebook if you need a sympathetic ear. I am here for you.
Wednesday July 19, 2017 at 12:14 pm
