|   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 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 own;  The cars…the house…the cash,  What matters is how we live and love  And 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 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’s being read  With your life’s actions to rehash…  Would you be proud of things they say  About how you spent your dash? 
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