Monday, February 18, 2013
29th March 1927 - 10th February 2013
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on his tombstone
From the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came his date of 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 he spent alive on earth
And now only those who loved him
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own;
The cars... the house... the cash,
What matters most of all 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 still can 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 special dash
Might only last awhile.
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?
To a Great Man, Husband, Father, Grandfather and Great Grandfather.