Colin T Shaffer

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.

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.

Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.

And that is dying...

Arrangements under the direction of Casey Funeral Home, Staten Island, NY.