(poem by Linda Ellis)
I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on the tombstone from the beginning… to the end.
He noted that first came the date of 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 they spent alive on earth and now only those who loved them 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 still can be rearranged.
To 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 lived your dash?
Thoughts by Jeanne Harman
“All of us who knew David, whether it was in high school or after graduation, knew how well David lived his “dash”. He would be proud of the things that will be said about him. He worked many years for the telephone company in Waco, retiring from there. After the death of his step-mother, he tended and cared so faithfully for his sister, Patsy, never wanting her to be alone at night. David loved to fish and he spent many enjoyable hours in this peaceful hobby. He also enjoyed hunting and any other outdoor activity that guys enjoy. He was a great athlete in high school and junior high.
David was a quiet, independent, timid and shy but strong-willed man with a most kind heart. Most of the time when one saw David he had a smile on his face—even a sheepish little grin which was probably part of his shyness being surfaced. David will be missed greatly by his friends at Waco High and others who knew him throughout his lifetime.”
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