The Dash Between The Lines


The only 100% certainty in life is that we will all die.

If you follow me on Facebook then you’ll know that I had to travel to attend a funeral this weekend. The funeral was that of my great aunt who was a wonderful lady, always larger than life, generous to a fault and called a spade a spade. It was very strange to attend a family situation without her presence because as far back as I can remember she was always an attendee at the weddings and funerals I have been at, of which for someone of my age I have attended far too many.

My grandad was the first, followed by a school friend who died in a car accident, an aunt, a church youth group friend who died of leukaemia, my mum, my second cousin, my husbands workmate and my great aunt. Too many funerals. Since my mums death I really struggle with funerals. I find them to be overly emotional affairs that bring back far too many memories and have me crying like a baby, even if it’s not directly as a result of my relationship with the person who has died. In fact, it can be rather embarrassing and I try to hold it in but inevitably do a very poor job.

This funeral was a very beautiful affair with a poignant poem that I have never before heard. Considering the number of funerals I have been to, I’m surprised not to have come across this poem before. It’s called The Dash by Linda Ellis.

You can read it by clicking here.

Isn’t it funny that we have all seen the inscription below peoples names displaying their year of birth to their year of death and never taken in the significance of the dash. I’ll never look at that dash the same way again after hearing this poem. Let’s take a minute and think about that dash and what it would represent in our own lives. Would your dash have significant impact on the people who know you? Have you done all you want to achieve in life and lived it? Or has life been passing you by?

I realised the other day that if I were to die at the same age my mum was then I have little more than 8.5 years left to live. That is one very very scary thought. My boys would be 13 and 12. Far too young to lose a parent. I’m definitely not taking care of my health as well as I should be and plan to make changes in that area. Mortality is suddenly front and centre in my life.

Is it something you think about?


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