Good morning. It is Monday, January 3, 2022. Jeanette Stark here.
Happy New Year!
It was one year ago yesterday that Wendell Stark passed away. It was a tough day. My son Larry bought a nice plaque to mark the place where we buried his ashes last year. We buried his ashes on my daddy’s grave. My grandson’s had placed small rocks around the spot to mark it. Yesterday, we placed the plaque.
My son and two granddaughters brought deli sandwiches and we had lunch together before heading up to the cemetery. It was special, even with the deep ache I felt in my chest.
I find it hard to believe it has been a year already. Time is racing by at break-neck speeds.
On Wendell’s remembrance cards, for his celebration of life last year, I had printed The Dash poem. I want to share that with you today and encourage you to live your dash to the fullest.
We are not perfect; far from it, but if we get up every day and keep trying, we might, just might, hit the mark. If we forgive easily and freely; if we love wholly and fully, if we trust God completely, we will make it.
The Dash Poem (By Linda Ellis)
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on the tombstone
From the beginning...to the end
He noted that first came the date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time
That they spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved them
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 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
About how you spent YOUR dash?