HOW DO YOU LIVE YOUR DASH? by Linda Ellis I thought all of you might enjoy this: I read of a man who stood to speak At the funeral of a friend. He told of 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 said what mattered most of all Was the dash between those years. For that dash represents all the time That she spent alive on earth. And now only those who loved her Know what that small line is worth. 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 what 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 that 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. We could 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's being read With your life's actions to rehash Will you be proud of the things they said About how you spent your dash?