The Dash
Author Unknown
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.
(You could be
at “dash mid-range.”)
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’s being read
With your
life’s actions to rehash…
Would you be
proud of the things they say
About how you
spent your dash?