Thursday, February 17, 2011

- The Dash -

I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of his friend, he referred to the dates on her tombstone from beginning –-- to the end.

He noted that first came her date of birth and spoke of the second 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 when we’re living out our dash.

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 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?

- Anonymous

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