This might seem a bit morbid, but trust me it's not!
On rare occasions, I find myself attending a funeral.
When the final blessing is said and everyone leaves to return to the "busy" of their own lives, I often find myself drawn to the tombstones around me.
I read the names, see the photographs and dates etched in stone and I wonder.
What happened in between those dates-what secrets does that tiny little dash hold.
It tells us nothing but knows so much.
It is the journey of the person buried below; the keeper of their hopes, dreams, travels, joys and sorrows.
It is not the date of birth and death that matters so much but how that person lived every moment in between.
Sadly, only a few will know the depth of the dash of each person's life. And when those people are gone the dash of the lives that came before them is no more.
Live your life with abandonment, leave no stone unturned, love freely, play, sing and dance, travel but most of all have no regrets.
Make your dash a good one!
