Dash

No, I am not talking about the clothing boutique run by the Kardashian sisters.

My Mom’s friend told us about this poem, The Dash Poem, by Linda Ellis, and how it talks about the dash between the date of birth and the date of death of someone you love.

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 the date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he 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 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
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 proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?

Really makes you think, huh?

So, how are you living your dash? The way you want to? Is there anything you want to change?

I’m pretty confident (<3) that Niff lived her dash. Hell, she was an adrenaline junkie, and did what she wanted, when she wanted, and how she wanted. She grabbed life by the balls, and had a damn good time, if I do say so myself. She always surrounded herself with friends, and didn’t let the petty stuff get to her. If you were toxic in her life, she let you know, and dropped you like a sack of s#!t.

She definitely stopped to smell the roses. Then she would get distracted by a nearby caterpillar. Then she would pick up the caterpillar, find a jar, and bring him home. And she would give him a clever name, feed him cereal, and keep him as a pet. But, that was just Niff.

Thanks KF ❤

 

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