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My mom sent me this poem today that she got from someone else, and I
thought it was so curiously relevant to our recent discussions that I
decided to share it with everyone.  If saccharine sentiment turns you off,
read no further!

--Adam Schiff

I AM GLAD THAT YOU ARE IN MY "DASH"

  I read of a woman who stood to speak
  At the funeral of a friend.
  She referred to the dates on his tombstone,
  From the beginning...to the end.

  She noted that first came his date of birth
  And spoke the following date with tears,
  But she said what mattered most of all
  Was the dash between those years.

  (1936 - 2005)

  For that dash represents all the time
  That he spent alive on earth...
  And now only those who loved him,
  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 can still be rearranged.

  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's 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 am glad that you're in my life and part of my dash;
  you are truly special to me.


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Adam L. Schiff
Principal Cataloger
University of Washington Libraries
Box 352900
Seattle, WA 98195-2900
(206) 543-8409
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