I know on my gravestone it will read, my date of birth is September 2nd, 1988. And the day I died - morbid I know. And a date none of us know yet. Between these two significant dates is a Dash.
Born xxx - Died xxx
There is is The Dash.
Here's a poem that's great for funerals, and just general contemplation about what you do with your dash. Your life.
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 would 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 is 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 have 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?