Along time ago I hear a person speak of how everything comes down to 2 dates and a “-“.
On your tombstone they put your date of birth, which I don’t remember as I was still in shock from how cold it was outside when I was born. the other date is the day you pass – not going to remember this one either because….um….well….i’m dead. So your accumulation of your life comes down to that little line. I did not know there was a poem which inspired this story, unless I just wasn’t listening close enough. In youth this week the moose was reminded of this. Here is the poem for your reading pleasure.
by Linda Ellis
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 her birth, And spoke 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 read With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say About how you spent your dash?
©1996 All Rights Reserved, Linda Ellis
So as you live your life, don’t dash through it to fast.
Live your dash! Seriously!