I don't think I would change one thing about my life..All the Good ...all the bad... Has made me whom I am today. Some people may not like the "who" I am today...but eh... long as I Love me...it's fine with me..[:D]
[;)] Nay.
I dont care what people say at my funeral. If it was so important, they would say it now.
Parmenion,
Greetings! Very nice writing, and so very thought-provoking. It reminded me a bit of something I once read: "the only thing we take with us at death is our actions" (Buddha).
Very best,
I don't think that anyone cares enough about me to even come to my funeral if I had one. Sad, ain't it?
~Squeek
Does it matter squeek? Funerals are for living people, a useless and expensive ritual.
Hi Nick,
It's nice to come across little things like this. While the English language (and the rest I presume) fall very short when trying to describe other-than-physicall experiences, some people have a gift with words and can make them sing. I used to love creative writing when I was is school, and its only now that I'm finding an interest in them once more.[:)]
Nay,
You gotta love you [:)]
How Did 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; her life from beginning to end
(1934-1998)
He noted that first came her date of birth and spoke the ending date with tears,
but 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 youd 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 whats true and real, and allways 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 weve 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, your life's actions to rehash...
would you be proud of what they'll say about how you spent your dash?
Author Anonymous