Dorothy L. McCarthy

Mrs. Dorothy McCarthy, 93 of Marietta, GA passed away February 5, 2012. She grew up in New York and moved to Marietta in 1983. She worked for Fairchild Camera and Instruments Company for many years in international marketing. Dorothy was a parishioner at Holy Family Catholic Church and enjoyed volunteering her time there. She was a lifetime member of Our Lady of Perpetual Help, she volunteered on the hospitality committee and was a part of the Cancer Pad Sewing Group. Dorothy was also an ESL tutor at a local elementary school. She will be most remembered as a loving wife, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother. She was preceded in death by her husband of 63 years, Charlie McCarthy, her son Charles McCarthy, Jr., brother Albert and sister Edna. Dorothy is survived by her daughter Joan Gossett (Byrd), grandchildren Laura, Sean, Jennifer, Keith, Kerry, 8 great-grandchildren, daughter-in-law Judy McCarthy and brother Robert. A funeral mass will be held on Wednesday, February 8, 2012 at 10:30am at Holy Family Catholic Church, Marietta. Interment will follow at Arlington Memorial Park. The family will receive friends on Tuesday from 6:30-7:10pm and a vigil will be held at 7:00pm at H.M. Patterson & Son Canton Hill. Online condolences may be expressed at www.hmpattersoncantonhill.com Arrangements under the direction of H.M. Patterson & Son-Canton Hill Chapel, Marietta, GA.

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my

side spreads her white sails to the morning 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 and hull and spar as she was when she left

my side and she is just as able to bear the load of

living freight to her destined port.

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