Sunday, October 17, 2010
God Bless Fightgirlandi The Dash
This poem was posted or written by a woman in my online ovarian cancer support group. Her online name is "Fightgirlandi". She was diagnosed with OC in August 2009 and passed away a few days ago. I am posting her poem to help all of us who are graced with the ability to breathe fresh air today. We are gifted with life for now and maybe we can find a way to make our lives better for those around us.
God Bless you Andi.
• By fightgirlandi
• Posted January 27, 2010 at 9:41 am •
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I read of a man who stood to speak,
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke the following with tears.
But he said what mattered most of all,
Was the dash in between tho---se years.
For the dash represents, all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And how 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 most 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 is 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
And how your spent your dash?