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There is no greater distance to walk then that of a pallbearer. For it is with a leadened heart that each step is taken in knowing the journey is one-way for the loved one being transported to his / her final resting place. It is this curve in everyone's life that must be faced head on; to circumvent this passing is to turn your back on everything that was special in a relationship fostered and nutured by need and want. The need to have someone you can confide in; someone you trust with your most secret of secrets. And the want to share joyous and sad moments with that soul; the want to build a life around a best friend. Even if that best friend is a furry bundle of black and white cat. She may be gone in body but her spirit will live forever in your memories. Smile son, it's what she would expect you to do...
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'I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails
in the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of
beauty and strength and I stand and watch her until at length she is only a
ribbon of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each
other. Then someone at my side says, ''There! She's 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 just as able to bear
her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size
is in me, not in her, and just at the moment when someone at my side says,
''There! She's gone!'' there are other voices ready to take up the glad
shout, "There! She comes!''
And that is dying."
in the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of
beauty and strength and I stand and watch her until at length she is only a
ribbon of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each
other. Then someone at my side says, ''There! She's 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 just as able to bear
her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size
is in me, not in her, and just at the moment when someone at my side says,
''There! She's gone!'' there are other voices ready to take up the glad
shout, "There! She comes!''
And that is dying."