Large Sarge
9th November 2012, 02:15 PM
The Dash
by Linda Ellis, copyright 1996
I read of a man who stood to speakat 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 birthand spoke of the following date with tears,but he said what mattered most of allwas the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the timethat she spent alive on earth.And now only those who loved herknow 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 loveand 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 leftthat can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enoughto consider what’s true and realand always try to understandthe way other people feel.
And be less quick to angerand show appreciation moreand love the people in our liveslike we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respectand more often wear a smile,remembering that this special dashmight 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 sayabout how you spent YOUR dash?
Linda Ellis
by Linda Ellis, copyright 1996
I read of a man who stood to speakat 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 birthand spoke of the following date with tears,but he said what mattered most of allwas the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the timethat she spent alive on earth.And now only those who loved herknow 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 loveand 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 leftthat can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enoughto consider what’s true and realand always try to understandthe way other people feel.
And be less quick to angerand show appreciation moreand love the people in our liveslike we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respectand more often wear a smile,remembering that this special dashmight 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 sayabout how you spent YOUR dash?
Linda Ellis