From the Editor's Desk: A Father's Day Poem

by Cris Brisbin Dear Readers,

You’ll have to pardon me for this emotional Op-ed this month, but as we near Father’s Day I am struggling with realizing that this is the first Father’s Day without my Daddy.

With this in mind, I want to share a special poem I have always loved, “The Dash”. Those of you who knew him, I know you will agree with me that on his journey through life, Daddy filled his Dash to the fullest.

THE DASH

by Linda Ellis

I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on the tombstone from the beginning… to the end.

He noted that first came the date of 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 they spent alive on earth and now only those who loved them 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 still can be rearranged.

To 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 lived your dash?