Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Saying Goodbye to Tim Russert
Maria Shriver's Poem Reading To Russert
If Maria Shriver's reading of this poem during today's ceremony didn't move you, then, well, your heart's not beating:
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!"