Taken on my in-laws 50th anniversary celebration
Jane was really sick here, but somehow managed to pull herself up on the day of the party.
We glitzed her up...which she never did for herself. She was a farm girl through and through.
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea. The setting sun tinted her white sails with a golden light, and as she disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, “She is gone”.
But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and, at the very moment when my companion had whispered, “She is gone” a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, “Here she comes!”