~~~~ THE DASH I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend, he referred to the dates on his tombstone, from beginning to the end. He noted that first came the date of his 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 of the time that he spent alive on earth and now only those who loved him ~ know what that little line is worth. For 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. So think about this long and hard ...are there things you would like to change? For you never know how much time is left, you could be at "dash midrange". If we could just slow down enough and consider what's true and real, And always try and 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 little "DASH" might only last a 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 spend your "DASH"!!! Author Unknown |
The Cord We are connected, my child and I, by an invisible cord not seen by the eye. It's not like the cord that connects us at birth, this cord can't be seen by any on earth. Right from the start, it binds us together attached to my heart. I know that it's there though noone can see, the invisible cord from my child to me. The strength of this cord, it is hard to describe, it can't be destroyed, it can't be denied. It's stronger than any cord man could create - it withstands any test and can hold any weight. And though you are gone and you are not here with me, the cord is still there, but no one can see. It pulls at my heart, I am bruised, I am sore, but this cord is my lifeline as never before. I am thankful that God connects us this way A mother and Child ~~~~~ Death can't take it away. Author Unknown |
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