Message-Id: <20F0537A-AD8F-4F89-A2DF-6EEC6ED1105B@catanddragon.org> From: Elsa Elliott To: Elsa Elliott Content-Type: multipart/alternative; boundary=Apple-Mail-1-329549350 X-Mailer: Apple Mail (2.919.2) Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2008 10:08:39 -0400 (EDT) Envelope-To: Richard@Damon-family.org --Apple-Mail-1-329549350 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII; format=flowed; delsp=yes Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit This morning sometime between 3 am and 4:30 am, Mildred Betty Elliott left her body to join with those on the other side. Here is a poem that says it better than I: Parable of Immortality ( A ship leaves . . . ) by Henry Van Dyke - 1852 - 1933 I am standing by 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, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a peck of white cloud just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, 'There she goes! 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 just as able to bear her load of living freight to the places of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, 'There she goes! ' , there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout : 'Here she comes!' *********************************************** We will let you know when the services will be. Blessed be. Namaste. --Apple-Mail-1-329549350 Content-Type: text/html; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable

This morning sometime between 3 am and 4:30 am, Mildred = Betty Elliott left her body to join with those on the other = side. 

Here is a = poem that says it better than I:

Parable of Immortality ( A ship leaves . . . )
by Henry = Van Dyke - 1852 - 1933

I am standing by 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,
and I stand and = watch
until at last she hangs like a peck of white cloud
just = where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other.

Then = someone at my side says, 'There she goes!
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 just as able to bear her load of living = freight
to the places of destination.
Her diminished size is in = me, not in her.

And just = at the moment when someone at my side says,
'There she goes! ' = ,
there are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready = to take up the glad shout :
'Here she = comes!'
***********************************************

We will = let you know when the services will be.

Blessed be. = Namaste.

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