WOW! You bring tears to my eyes! Would like to share a poem with you. You may already have it. If not, I hope it ministers to you. It's called "The Dash!"
The Dash
by Linda Ellis
I read of a preacher who stood to speak
At the funeral of his friend;
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning — to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth,
And he spoke of the following date with tears;
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between the years.
For that dash represents all the time
That she 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 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...
You could be at “dash-mid-range!”
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 pleased with the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
Been Thinkin
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