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 the date of her birth and spoke of the second with tear, but he said that 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 lone 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 just slow down enough to consider what’s true and what is 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 often wear a smile, remembering that this special day might only last awhile. So, when your eulogy is being read, with your life’s action to rehash it isn’t the date on either end that counts, but how you used your dash. |