Remembering a Marvelous Man: A Tribute to My Father by Psychic Cory

Published Date 2/11/2014
Under: Loss & Grieving

This glass represents Cory's father, Marvin. Yellow and black were his business colors and he LOVED work. Marvin also loved to drink from a stemmed glass and was a fabulous (and marvelous) person!

“It is only with the heart that one can rightly see; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” -Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
My beloved father, 
Today is a year later and while I’m still grieving, I’m also celebrating your freedom from a life that was becoming increasingly difficult to enjoy in the company of the family you love.  I’m rejoicing in the knowing that you have your fierce independence back because now you can drive anywhere your soul desires. 
I’m sharing this letter with my cherished place of work because it seems appropriate since you loved to work and did so as long as you could. No one has instilled in me more the importance of work, of being independent, and of being of service to others. And most importantly dad, you taught me that in the beginning and in the end, love is all there is.  
Thank you for everything! I love you more than words could ever say! 
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 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
"Here she comes!"

And that is dying.

Author's Photo by Cory x7690

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Colleen1159: This tribute and poem merely echo the compassionate and loving soul that Cory is.I have been talking with Cory for more than 7 yrs. I have laughed with her and cried with her, but compassion has always been in any part of chatting with Cory. Cory I love you and all that you bring to our conversations, I all too well know the grief you are feeling, and wish that at some point you let me listen to you. Much Love always......Colleen xoxoxo

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