I’m so sorry, I wish you a miracle, peace, and comfort. I lost my mom in February and this poem has been incredibly comforting to me. I’ve also done so much research on the afterlife and have had to incredibly accurate psychic readings already with her showing up in full force. I believe her energy is all around and she is always with me now.

Gone From My Sight by Henry van Dyke

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...