My Eulogy

  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 the years.

    For that dash represents all the the time
    She spent alive on earth...
    And now only those who loved her
    Know what that little line is worth.

    It matters not,how much we own:
    The cars...the house...the cash,
    What matters most is how we live and love,
    And how we spend our dash.

    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.

    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 is being read,
    With your life's actions to rehash...
    Would you be happy with the things they say
    About how you spent your dash?


    Hmmmm...thought provoking,eh??? Perhaps a bit on the schmaltzy side...but worth repeating.
    Always heard the elders of my family say that you can count your friends by the number of folks willing to be your pallbearers...
    Ummm...thankfully I am being cremated and will be in a small,yet tasteful box... Many years down the road,hopefully!!!!!
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  2. 8 Comments

  3. by   live4today
    Wow! Lovely poem! Thanks for sharing it! I hope my "DASH" speaks volumes to at least ONE person's heart after my demise from Planet Earth. :chuckle

    I wish to be cremated, too, except what will they do with the bones that don't burn? I was thinking of having them painted in gold so my family could use it as a club on any intruders in their home. They could pass it around -- home to home -- every several months or so. At least I won't be all that "idle" while waiting for my Savior to make my new body. :chuckle I've always been told that "Idle hands makes for a troubled youth", so since my ashes can't do anything, my leg and thigh bones can keep on workin'!

    Happy 4th!!! :kiss
  4. by   dianah
    cheerfuldoer, you always have a great slant on things, and express it so well!! I too enjoyed the poem, particularly since I've had three close family deaths (two sudden, relatively young and unexpected) within the past year. Sets one to thinking . . . Thanks for the poem and thoughts.
  5. by   sandstormsdust
    so true
  6. by   LasVegasRN
    Here lies Deneen
    She loved pork & beans,
    She took her last trip
    It showed on her hips,
    and now she lies here supreme.

  7. by   suzannasue
    :roll
  8. by   l.rae
    Lovely poem, you guys crack me up......LR
  9. by   live4today
    Originally posted by LasVegasRN
    Here lies Deneen
    She loved pork & beans,
    She took her last trip
    It showed on her hips,
    and now she lies here supreme.

    Yet another one bites the dust!
  10. by   Marj Griggs
    Do not stand by my grave and weep
    I am not there, I do not sleep.

    I am a thousand winds that blow
    I am the diamond glint in the snow
    I am the sunlight on ripened grain
    I am the gentle autumn rain.

    When you awaken in the hush
    I am the swift uprising rush
    Of quiet birds in circling flight.
    I am the soft star shining at night.

    Do not stand by my grave and cry
    I am not there, I did not die.
    Author Unknown

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