| 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 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, 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 Remember 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 the things they say? About how you spent your dash??
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I am glad that you're in my life and part of my dash!
From My dash to yours: Laugh long, live long Yesterday is history Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a Gift. | 
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