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, and I stand and watch her until she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says: “There! She’s 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 just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her destination. Her diminished size is in me, and not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There! She’s gone!” there are other eyes that are watching for her coming; and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: “There she comes!” Gone from might sight by Luther F Beecher

One of my fondest memories of Uncle Bob is of him teaching me how to fish. We spent many hours fishing over the Croft catching bream, perch and roach. You gave me a love for fishing which I still enjoy to this day. Hope heaven's waters are well stocked. Love Paul.

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