A poem, “Gone from My Sight”, by Henry Van Dyke is on my mind today. He uses the metaphor of a ship moving out to sea and passing out of sight beyond the horizon. He writes: “Then someone at my side says, “There, she is gone.” Gone where? Gone from my sight. That is all.” It’s hard to believe that Peg (Mom, Grandma or MawMaw to some of you) has been gone from our sight for two years. I suppose the sense of loss may diminish as time passes. At this time it hasn’t.