Dying is a gradual diminishing and final vanishing over thehorizon of life.
When we watch a sailboat leaving port andmoving toward the horizon, it becomes smaller and smalleruntil we can no longer see it.
But we must trust thatsomeone is standing on a faraway shore seeing that samesailboat become larger and larger until it reaches its newharbor.
Death is a painful loss. When we return to ourhomes after a burial, our hearts are in grief.
But when wethink about the One standing at the other shore eagerlywaiting to welcome our beloved friend into a new home, asmile can break through our tears.