I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on her tombstone from beginning to end. He noted that first came her date of birth and spoke the following date with tears. But he said what matters most of all was the dash between those years. For the dash represents the time that was spent alive on earth...and now only those who loved her know what that little time was 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 the 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.
Michael's Dash was only 40 years, but oh what a dash it was…..
