Last night, August 25, as our mom Teresa Skeen took her last breath, surrounded by love, our Heavenly Father greeted her with open arms. Until we see you again, we will carry you in our hearts. Funeral service will be held at 2 p.m. Saturday, September 7, at One Place Church, 190 W Centa, Hayden.
We want to thank everyone for their love and support during this time.
Gone From My Sight
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 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 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…
~ Henry Van Dyke
“The Ship”
(by Rebecca J. Huseby Feb.27th – Mar. 4th, 2005…in memory of Honey Joy Huseby, Beloved Daughter.)
The ship sets sail upon a peaceful sea,
Her regal banners wave in majesty,
Her solid beams and timbers, sleek and long,
Her wheel held firm, her Pilot true and strong.
Her graceful bow the mirrored heavens break,
As to my anxious eye, she shrinks away,
Her billowed sails the sinking sun reflect,
As on the edge of time her image slowly sets.
Though her size and form remain consistent, I
Perceive her fading, steadily from sight,
‘Til, passing the horizon, slips away,
I hear a trembling voice in anguish say,
“…..She is gone…..”
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I know the loss of sight is just in me,
Her form, still graceful, sails the quiet sea,
And somewhere far beyond my feeble sight,
A distant shore, the dawn has pierced the night,
Her lofty sails filled with the morning wind,
The ship sails HOME, her final journey’s end,
And others who have waited, patient, long,
At the very moment when I hear, “…she is gone…”,
Take up a shout of joy and loudly sing,
And dance for gladness, ‘til all Heaven rings,
For just as I have seen her sail from me,
Others watching from eternity, shout,
“…..HERE SHE COMES !….”