And that is dying.

Something shared with me that I didn't want to lose:

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 the sky mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says, 'There! She's gone!

'Gone from 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.

- found on the body of Col. David Marcus, an American Solider