Heaven has gained an Angel,and we have lost a very dear friend. Dear Bridget has been in my thoughts a good many times lately. Imagining how her husband and children are coping with the reality of an event which seams surreal
It stirred memories that I would rather forget and tears that she would have consoled me for shedding.
Her suffering was bourne with bravery and good humour.
The little Dash
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
Then of the next date spoke with tears
But he said what mattered most of all Was the dash in between the two years.
For that dash represents all the time That she spent alive on this earth
And now only those who loved her Know just what that 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 what time is left That still can be rearranged.
If we could just slow down long enough To consider what?s true and what?s real
And always try to understand The way that other folk feel.
And yes, be slow to anger And give and appreciate 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 while.
So, when your eulogy is read Your life?s actions to rehash
Will you be proud of the things they say About how you spend you dash
gina45 12 years, 3 months ago.
