Stu McCorkindale, 2/1/50-4/13/11

“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 someone
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, American author

Happy Easter, handsome. Now put down the jelly beans and the Swedish fish and do something about the lockout. The boys and I can’t have no you and no Giants, too!

Miss you, love you,

Susan xoxo

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6 Replies to “Stu McCorkindale, 2/1/50-4/13/11”

  1. Stu will always be your morning breeze, the man that lifts your sails, the soul that speaks to you on those early mornings when you are up and no one else is. He will always hear you and be listening to you–supporting you. I firmly believe this to be true. It is the most important thing I believe today! Life would be unbearable otherwise. All of us are here for you. Stay strong. Keep writing, it’s the best medicine especially for a talent like you!!! Melissa

  2. So sorry for your loss and for your boys. I can’t imagine going through such a loss, and I hope you all are able to help each other heal. God bless you!

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