What Easter is all about....by Becky (my little sister)

I thought this was so good, that I wanted to share it on my blog as well. My little sister Becky wrote it.....

The GOOD Things

I was getting ready to go to bed just now and started to think about my day. I was thinking about Mylie and her cute new outfit, her cute basket and if she had fun watching her cousins get eggs at the hunt. Then i moved on to casey and wondered if he liked the basket i did for him and if i got him all his "favorite things".

Then i got an email from my oldest sister katy with an article that was published in a Portland, Texas, newspaper about my Dad's death. It was from a family friend that had just heard about his passing and was sending condolences. Along with the email that the friend send was the below poem. It was a poem that i first read when we went down to be with my Dad while he was in the hospice in Texas.

Gone From My Sight

by Henry Van Dyke

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone"

Gone where?

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she let my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone,"
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"


I can not even tell you how many times i read this poem. One night i stayed with my mom at the hospice where my dad was at and i just read it over and over and over. Letting it soak in...telling myself that although i was losing the sight of my Dad and was already missing him so much that there were others that were gaining sight of him and had already been missing him just as dearly. I think about this poem alot.

Today was filled with lots of fun and family and friend and good things. But i am glad i was able to end my day with another good thing. I don't know what i would do with out the gospel in my life. I don't know how i would go day to day missing my dad as much as i do without the knowledge of the resurrection and eternal life that comes from the gospel. I am thankful for this in my life and for the strength it gives me. I know that my dad is not gone and that one day because of our Savior and this Easter season i will be able to see him, hug him, and talk to my dad again. I can hardly wait to be with him again...and that is what Easter is really all about. :) Happy Easter!



Posted by Becky at 10:05 PM