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 soneone 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.
- Henry Van Dyke

~hearts break every day~
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.