The Dash Poemby Linda EllisI read of a man who stood to speakAt the funeral of a friendHe referred to the dates on her tombstoneFrom the beginning to the endHe noted that first came the date of her birthAnd spoke the following date with tears,But he said what mattered most of allWas the dash between those years.For the dash represents all the timeThat she spent alive on earth.And now only those who loved herKnow 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 loveAnd how we spend our dashCarol, my dear, dear friend and mentor, Thank You for everything you are, loving, caring, supportive, non judgmental, funny, courageous, etc. I could go on, but those who were lucky enough to be part of her dash, know the rest. Thank you for the laughs and all that you’ve taught and shared with me. You cared, shared your experiences, comforted me, supported me, and gently let me know when I was vering off tack, then guided me back. I have grown so much with you and smile every time I think of you and feel your presence still. I love you and am missing you so much. I am so grateful for being part of your dash. Love, Sheryl Cousins##imported-begin##Sheryl Cousins##imported-end##