Papa Dune almost gone.

he passed this morning. Beat his last nor'easter.

And he pasted his bravery onto you.

He and is likely as proud of you as many of us here on this sight are.


Breath deep and keep his love for you in your heart.


My deepest sympthy,

evince
 
he passed this morning. Beat his last nor'easter.

I'm sorry.


A Parable of Immortality
by Henry Van Dyke

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,
and I stand and watch until at last she hangs
like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea 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 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 goes! "
there are other eyes watching her coming . . .
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout . . .
" Here she comes! "​
 
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