I read of a man who stood to speak
at a funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
from beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
and spoke 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 most is how we live and love
And how we spend the dash.
1996 - 2012 <3 R.I.P. Trey.
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