Helen Maxim

Helen Shurika Maxim, 87, died Monday, March 30, 2009 at Wake Med Cary. She was born on February 17, 1922 in New York City.
Mrs. Maxim was a phenomenal woman. While her husband, Don, served overseas in World War II, Helen worked in a defense plant in Sidney as a “Rosie the Riveter.” She also obtained her pilot’s license, quite a feat for a woman in those days.
In 1966 she moved with her family to North Carolina. Helen was a breast cancer survivor and worked at IBM until her retirement in 1986. She volunteered at Wake Med Cary for many years. After her volunteer career was over at the hospital, she was part of a group of ladies who made “huggables,” stuffed animals for ill and terminal children in the hospital.
Mrs. Maxim is survived by her daughters, Sande Maxim-Parker of Fuquay-Varina, Cynthia Maxim of Middlesex, N.C., two sons-in-law, Gerald Parker of Fuquay-Varina and Joseph Betthauser of Middlesex, N.C., and nieces, nephews and many friends. She was preceded in death by her beloved husband, Donald, her son, Donald Jr., and one sister.
At her request, there will be no memorial service. In lieu of flowers, donations may be sent to the Food Bank of Central & Eastern North Carolina, 3808 Tarheel Drive, Raleigh, N.C. 27609.
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 shout: “Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
- Henry Van Dyke