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Lois Grace Hoeving
August 2, 1988 - December 13, 2003
The 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 the date of her birth; the date that followed brought tears. But he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.
That dash represents all of the time that she spent alive on earth... Now 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 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, (You could be at 'dash mid-range').
If we could just slow down enough to consider what's true and real, and always try to understand the way other people feel.
To be less quick to anger and show appreciation more. To love the people in our lives like we've never loved before.
We'd treat each other with respect, and more often wear a smile. Remembering that this special dash will only last a while.
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?
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Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
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There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go.
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As long as I can I will look at this world for both of us. As long as I can I will laugh with the birds, I will sing with the flowers, I will pray to the stars, for both of us.
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