Maria Shriver read the poem, "The Little Ship", at Tim Russert's memorial service yesterday. When I copied it here, I had no idea that it meant as much to other people as it did to me. Almost 800 people have come to the blog, looking for this poem. It says a great deal about Tim Russert, and what he meant to people, that so many of us watched the service, and identified with the poem. It also showed how beautifully Maria Shriver read the poem, one that was sent to her by someone after the death of her cousin, John F. Kennedy, Jr. Thank you for coming to the blog to read it. I'll share it again, in case you missed it.
The Little Ship
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea. The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light, and as he disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "He 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, "He is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here he comes!"
I don't know if you noticed the picture. It was a beautiful day in Washington, D.C. yesterday, for Tim Russert's memorial service. When they ended the service, the song played was "Somewhere Over the Rainbow." And, according to MSNBC, at that time, they were worried about the lightning and storms. Was it a surprise, to any of us watching who cared about a man we never met, that after the service, and the lightning, there was a double rainbow? It was a fitting conclusion, just one more memorial for a man we'll miss.
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