Let's Live The Dash

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I read at a Funeral, for the first time, today. The reading I chose was actually a Poem I had written some time ago. I knew it off by heart, but I pretended to read from the paper anyway, because a security blanket was needed. Paper can give you that, sometimes. My reading hasn't provoked this journal, but rather, the one that my Mother chose to read after I had spoken. It was written by somebody I'd never heard of until today.


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 of 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?
-Linda Ellis



I'd like to think that my 'short dash' has already been lived fairly well, especially in the last few years. But you never really know. If I died tomorrow, would I have done enough to fulfill the dash? Who knows. It was nice to think about anyway. The lady whose funeral we were attending, had most definitely lived her dash well in my eyes. Many an afternoon spent looking after her, before things got worse anyway, was an afternoon spent well. Just take a peek at my literature works, she inspired most of them.

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Katy, sorry to hear about your loss. It can be tough dealing with the loss of someone who had such profound influence on us in life.

Thanks for sharing this. It's a wonderful poem... If you don't mind me asking, what poem did you read?