The Dash...Not Always a Race to the Finish Line...

When I experience the loss of someone close the below poem comes to mind.  I have to think back as I look at their life and wonder if I could make mine better.  Looking at my life now I try to see how I have lived my dash.  It is looking pretty boring from a vacation perspective.   However, even though I have worked two jobs for the past few years. - Looking at the pictures in the life of my friend.  I have spent a lot of time with them.  Had a lot of fun and have the pictures (blackmail fodder) to prove some of the fun we had.  I wonder how I lived my dash.  Do I have the proof?  Can someone blackmail me with the fun and experiences we've had?  The more I think about it the more I have to say, No...they can't.  I think its time to add some excitement to my "Dash".  :)


One of my favorite poems by Linda Ellis is below.

The Dash

~ Linda Ellis ~

I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.

He referred to the dates on the tombstone from the beginning…to the end.

He noted that first came the date of 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 they spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved them 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 read, with your life’s actions to rehash…
would you be proud of the things they say about how you spent YOUR dash?