Crossing the Bar
It’s been a somber day at work. One of the other administrators has lost his battle with a disease that has ravaged his body. He was waiting for a liver transplant, and his kidneys stopped working over the weekend…and life support has been stopped.
I’m not sure what his age is, but he isn’t old. I would guess he’s my age or a little older.
It’s been a long battle for him, and one that he waged valiantly.
He will be missed.
Crossing the Bar Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
~Tennyson
I haven’t read that poem in eons. an appropriate poem for your co-worker who has passed on.
I’m so sorry.
That is horrible. I have not ever read that poem before though. Thanks for posting that.
I’m so sorry! I hope his friends and family have all the support they need during this trying time.
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