A Poem by Linda Ellis.

Created by Gill 4 years ago

“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 the following date with tears,                          

but he said that what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.

For the 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 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 you eulogy is being read, with life’s actions to rehash……                                                    

Would you be proud of the things they say about how you spent your dash?”

 

Sent by Tanya and Colin to Marjory Grant after Michael's death saying "We think Michael spent his dash just perfectly.   What a marvellous human being"