The Dash
I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
from the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of
her birth and spoke of the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time that
she spent alive on earth And now only those
who loved her Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own, The cars, the house,
the cash,What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard; Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough To consider what’s true
and real And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives Like we’ve
never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect And more often wear a smile,
Remembering that this special dash Might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read
With your life’s actions to rehash Would you be
proud of the things they say About how you spent your dash?
A woman, very dear to my heart, bought me this book after dale passed. thank you rosa, i’m so grateful you’re a part of my
dash
Cassandra