I'm glad you're in my dash

  1. 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.
    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 the things they say
    about how you spent your dash?
  2. 6 Comments

  3. by   dianah
    I also heard something along that same subject (paraphrasing here, the tired brain cells just barely firing):

    I attended a funeral the other day, open casket, in which the woman was laid, beautifully coiffed, made up and dressed, lying with a plastic fork in her hand. During the service the minister asked if we'd all noticed the fork in her hand. "It was her special request to be buried holding that fork," he told those gathered. "She loved her church and especially loved going to the potlucks held after church. What wonderful smells wafted through the foyer of the church as services let out. Grateful, hungry parishioners, their souls fed, gathered to feed the physical. And what a feast! Mouth-watering appetizers, favorite breads, home-made casseroles, famous dishes -- all arrayed on the long tables. But her favorite part, the one she told me she looked forward to the most was at the end, when all were asked to save their forks: the best was yet to come: dessert! She smiled and then told me, 'I want to be buried saving my fork, to let folks know I'm looking forward to the best part.'"

    And, not to be morbid (I love to stroll thru cemeteries and read old headstones!) but I have another : I attended my grandma's funeral, held in a gazebo in the small cemetery at the edge of town. The gazebo had one solid wall and then just pillars holding the peaked roof up. Rose bushes surrounded the gazebo and large towering pine and fir trees offered shade to the grass around. Breezes blew through during the service. We'd arranged the flowers and pictures of a young, smiling grandma on tables with the one wall in the background. On the wall were several placques (I don't know if remains were behind them or not!), and one of them caught my eye. I've forgotten the lady's name but the placque read:
    Gertrude Smith
    If you could see me now!

    I loved it! Thank you, whatever your name is, wherever you are now!!
    Last edit by dianah on Jun 27, '03
  4. by   betts
    Your Welcome dianah @allnurses.com, and Thanks to All for being in my Dash...
  5. by   luv-my-dal
    Awesome, Betts! Did you write it, or find it somewhere? Definitely worth saving
  6. by   eb_rn
    wow, my mom and i just wrote a poem to be printed in the local paper in remembrance of my grand father, he passed a yr ago. this gave me chills!!!!
  7. by   betts
    My 'Farewell' to Allnurses.com.....

    My best to all in all you do...
  8. by   Huq
    Dianah mentioned a fork in the hand.....

    We speak of 'The Final Rest" the 'Big Sleep" so can someone please tell me why someone dresses us in our finest clothes, does our hair and makeup? (but no shoes)
    I never go to bed with make up or fully dressed. I would like my big sleep to be in clothes I wear in bed.

    Anyone with the same feelings?