The Dash

This poem sits outside of the front office at school, so it seems as I am there more and more; getting PTL's, explaining why I missed class, ect ect, I see this poem. Anways, here it is...

How Do You Live Your Dash 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 birth and spoke the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years. (1934-1998) 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 won; 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 done before. If we treat each other with respect, and more often wear a smile. Remembering that this special dash might only last a while. So, when your eulogy's being read with your life's actions to rehash... would you be proud of the things they said about how you spent your dash? by Linda Ellis