It's a very nice poem. Worth reading but I could only read it in the window that popped up for my reply. The side slide on the original message would not let me scroll down to the poem. CHASE-D-request@rootsweb.com wrote: > Subject: > > CHASE-D Digest Volume 99 : Issue 38 > > Today's Topics: > #1 [CHASE-L] THOUGHTS [meg stockwell <netmeg@earthlink.ne] > #2 [CHASE-L] Some Thoughts [meg stockwell <netmeg@earthlink.ne] > > Administrivia: > To unsubscribe from CHASE-D, send a message to > > CHASE-D-request@rootsweb.com > > that contains in the body of the message the command > > unsubscribe > > and no other text. No subject line is necessary, but if your software > requires one, just use unsubscribe in the subject, too. > > ______________________________ > > ------------------------------------------------------------------------ > > Subject: [CHASE-L] THOUGHTS > Date: Sat, 06 Mar 1999 18:57:08 -0700 > From: meg stockwell <netmeg@earthlink.net> > To: CHASE-L@rootsweb.com > > My daughter sent this to me. I have been pondering how all that I > know of some of my ancesters is their date of birth, marriage and > death. Hope this touches some of you. > Meg Chase > > ______________________________ > > ------------------------------------------------------------------------ > > Subject: [CHASE-L] Some Thoughts > Date: Sat, 06 Mar 1999 18:57:52 -0700 > From: meg stockwell <netmeg@earthlink.net> > To: CHASE-L@rootsweb.com > > HOW DO YOU LIVE YOUR 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 her date of birth > > > > >>> >> And spoke the following date with tears, > > > > >>> >> But he said what mattered most of all > > > > >>> >> Was the dash between those years. (l900-l970) > > > > >>> >> > > > > >>> >> For that dash represents all the time > > > > >>> >> That she spent alive on earth > > > > >>> >> And 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, > > > > >>> >> 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 that this special dash > > > > >>> >> Might only last a little 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 spent your dash? > > > > >>> >> > > > > >>> >> Author Unknown