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    I attended a funeral yesterday and the funeral director recited this poem at the end of the services. I had never heard it before and it really touched me and made me think about how I want to be proud of and want my family to be proud of how I spent my "dash".

    Linda Ellis "The Dash" Poem - Author, Speaker, Poet

    Click on the second link in the list to read it.
    Ginny B

    http://www.ginnyscraftbasket.wordpress.com

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    Thank you for sharing.

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      very moving! Thanks for sharing!
      good perspective for us all!
      Happy Quilting!

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        Thank you for sharing this poem. Sometimes we all need to take a moment to reflect. I hope you don't mind but I will be sharing the poem link with some family and friends.

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          Thanks for sharing.

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            I have heard that before and it was at a funeral. It sure puts things in perspective. Thank you for sharing.
            sigpicCarolyn

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              Angela, I am sure the author is happy for this to be shared as much as possible.
              Ginny B

              http://www.ginnyscraftbasket.wordpress.com

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                #8
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                Often when I visit the cemetery and read the headstones, that poem comes to mind.

                Thanks for the link...
                Donna

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                  Thank you so much.

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                    Ginny, thank you for sharing this, very moving.
                    If you could choose to be anything choose kindness.



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                      That's wonderful Ginny. Thank you for sharing.
                      sigpicwww.whisperofrose.blogspot.com


                      Scottie Mom Barb

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                        #12
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                        This is very moving. I did share this with friends. Thank you for having me think of my life

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                          We used this poem at my Father's funeral. We were trying to figure out who would/ could read it and make it all the way through. Son #2 said he would do it as he had held up very well thus far. Well at the service he got about 3 lines in and lost it completely. There is an other one called The Ship that I really like as well and I used it when I spoke at my best friend"s Mother's funeral. They are both very touching and I think comforting.
                          Kathy

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                            This is the other poem I mentioned. It is attributed to 2 different people and apparently also goes by the title "Gone from my Sight"

                            I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
                            spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
                            for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
                            I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
                            of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.



                            Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone."



                            Gone where?



                            Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
                            hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
                            And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

                            Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.


                            And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone,"
                            there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
                            ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
                            _________________________

                            Shoot, I tear up every time I read this.

                            Kathy

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                              Thank you. So very true.

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