Good Evening!

Busy day here again today. We helped Tam move all day and then had a full afternoon of running topped off with a bridal shower for Tam.

I've been all over the board emotionally. Lots of tears this weekend. I feel as though I have taken some GIANT steps backwards and I am experiencing many of the same fears, feelings, and anxiety that I had during some of those very darkest days. I have had a bit of a hard time understanding people's ability to dish out hurt on top of hurt. I am so trying to rise above it, but dang it's hard sometimes. I need to let go of some of this. I seem to do so much better when I do. I also need to speak my peace to some people and let other's know not to feed into the bs. I am just trying to move on with my life, raise my children, and hope that we all come out better people on the other side.

This poem was sent to me some time ago and it really speaks volumes as to how I am trying to conduct my life. Some days it certainly is alot easier than others. :/

THE DASH

I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of his friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstonefrom the beginning...to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke of the second with tears,but he said that 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 you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left, (You could be at "dash mid-range.")

If we could just slow down enough to consider what's true and real, and always 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 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 pleased with the things they have to say about how you spent your dash?

...Linda Ellis