Well, as you all know, a good part of central and north Georgia have been getting hammered by ice and snow for which they are unprepared. Here in much warmer South Georgia, while I was waiting with snow shovel in hand to clear my walk of the two flake snowfall, I heard of people up the road having died because didn’t know how to survive the ravages of this white stuff either in their homes, on the sidewalks, or on the roads.
That got me thinking about Linda Ellis’ “The Dash.” It’s a poem in which she writes about that short line representing a person’s lifetime chiseled in a tombstone between the dates of birth and death. At the end of her poem, she asks, ” 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 spent YOUR dash?”
I always say, even in reluctant retirement, I will live my life and forget my age; I will, as I have been doing, do something with my life that outlives my life. I was thinking about my “dash,” what I have done with my time on this earth and what trace would I leave behind for having been here. So, wouldn’t it be interesting to write your own obituary? Or, write the eulogy you would give at your own funeral? Or, at least, write the inscription to be chiseled on your tombstone. What would you write?