Inside the House

I am a little down in the dumps today.  I attended a memorial service of a close friend.  I will miss him dearly.

During the service a speaker read a poem called "The Dash".  The dash between the date a person is born and the date they died.  This dash represents your life and this friend lived his life to the fullest.  He was active in church, community programs, youth programs and he was active with his job and ex-coworkers.

I wonder what my dash will be. What it was and how it will be in the future.  Will I do enough service?  Will I be loving and forgiving enough as I interact with my family and friends?  Will I listen well and speak wisely.  I wonder if my dash will be reflected in my children and grand children's lives.

No one knows how lone their dash will be.  I can only hope that my dash will be memorable to my family and friends.  For memories are all they will have when I am gone.