Our Dash

So, our internet connection took a dive yesterday;
apologies for the delay.

I attended a funeral for a fallen comrade earlier this week, where I heard Linda Ellis' poem, 'Life Between the Dash' for the first time. All copyrights go to her, as we're not here to infringe.

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 her date of birth
and spoke the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the “dash” between those years. (1934 -1998)

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'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”?

Are you spending your dash the way you'd like to?

Just food for thought.

C.C.I. xxx