Linda was my publisher and one of my best friends. Since she published my book about a great ship. I respectfully offer this analogy: I am standing on the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch her until at length she stands like a speck of white cloud just where the sky and sea seem 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 just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at this 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 shout, “There, she comes!” And that is dying.--Mary Pickford, My Rendezvous With Life