Sorry to be the bearer of such news, but Remoh passed away last night, peacefully surrounded by his family. Thoughts are with his family as this very sad time. I hope you don’t mind me sharing this here with you all, and hope it brings comfort as it does for me.
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. 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 and hull and spar as she was when she left 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
at my side 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!"
And that is dying.
by Henry Van Dyke
