Murdock Eugene Marshall passed away peacefully on January 28th after a brave fight with cancer. He faced his sickness and last days with dignity and courage, never complaining. He lived fifty honorable years as a son to his mother, Meretta, father to Jacob and Matthew, best dude ever to his sisters, Robin, Eva and Jill along with their husbands, David, Dennis and Mark, best uncle to Emma and Charlie, nephew to Travis, Candy, David and Pie and life-long friend to many, including his beloved dog, Sooner. Preceding Murdock in death are his maternal grandparents, Charlie and Swannie Bowman and his paternal grandparents, Rex and Berline Marshall, his father, Everette Eugene Marshall. Murdock enjoyed working and helping his family and friends. He had a passion for the great outdoors including gardening, kayaking on Wilson Creek and arboriculture. He also loved books, (especially of birds, gardening and the Bible), good music and enjoyed playing his trumpet. Those he leaves behind will cherish his memory, his easy going nature, his sense of humor and his laugh. Murdock lived and died with the peace that comes from knowing Jesus. The family and friends are comforted by the fact that he now dwells in heaven, in the presence of the Lord with no more pain and every tear wiped from his eyes. Murdock had a good life adored by his mother and sisters and was a good father to two amazing young men. While the family is saddened by his loss, they are grateful that he made the fifty year milestone last week. They are also grateful for the gentle memories and that he now dwells in his eternal home where we shall soon be ourselves. Murdock lives on through all the life lessons he passed on to everyone that knew him.
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 moving 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,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 says, "There, she is gone," there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
And that is dying...