This poem was read at my Dad's service. It's a wonderful way to remind us to live our lives fully.
The Dashcopyright 1996 Linda Ellis
"I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.He referred to the dates on her tombstonefrom 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 readwith your life's actions to rehash...would you be proud of the things they say about how you spend your dash?"
- The Winter Storm . . .
- winter pictures
- Pinewood Derby time for my Weblos Cub Scout!
- It's Potty Time! "One upon a potty, potty"
- Terrible Two's Teusday - Trevor and the kitty litt...
- Today was a mixed bag
- Another test for Trevor
- Read at your own risk - I'm on poop patrol
- .....what mattered most of all was the dash betwee...
- My dad was a great man and is so greatly missed
- ▼ January (10)