This week has been full of worry, anxiety, happiness, relief, sadness, sorrow, grievance, uncertainty, and fear. What a roller coaster of emotions. My school stress seems trivial to what came next.
Ian’s grandma passed away yesterday morning. I only knew her for a short time, but it still makes me sad, she was such a sweet lady, and reminded me a lot of my grandma who passed away almost a year ago. I wish I could go to New Jersey to support Ian and his family during this sad time, but unfortunately I have matters to attend to here.
My dad just got called for a liver! He may be getting the transplant tonight or tomorrow morning. It is such a scary feeling right now, having so many emotions flying around, and wanting to be two places at once. It’s scary not knowing if he will accept the liver, or how he will come out of surgery.
I think I will go take olive on a walk, to somewhat settle my whirlwind of emotions. Please send positive thoughts my way.
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
And spoke of 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 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 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?
© 1996 Linda Ellis