Where to, Mortal?

Here's a lovely, anonymous reflection on our experience of the death of a loved one. Of course, depending upon the nature of those standing on the other shore, it could be a horrifying image. Let's cultivate our relationship with God so that the joyful shout is raised by the saints and faithful angels.

I am standing on the seashore.
A ship spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
I stand watching her until she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says, She is gone."

Gone where?

The loss of sight is in me, not in her.
Just at the moment when someone says, "She is gone," there are others who are watching her coming.
Other voices take up the glad shout,
"Here she comes!"

And that is dying.