Life happens. The way you live your life is very important. Sometimes you have to help others. Sometimes people need you. Sometimes things make you very, very busy.
This week
my life got in the way of my weight loss efforts. I was counting points, but not exercsing much. NO TIME. This happens, right?
Two weeks ago my grandfather was put in hospice. He passed away on Saturday. The funeral was Wednesday. I have spent hours and hours on the road driving back and forth to my grandmother's house and to the hospice. Many hours sitting beside a hospital bed holding a hand. (All those posts this week, were pre-written.) My family needed me. I needed them.
My poor grandmother.
I feel comfort for my grandfather. His quality of life was not good. He would not have wanted to live like he was living. I know he is healed in Heaven now and that comforts me. But, my grandmother was married to him for 66 years and made very few decisions. They were the generation where the husband ruled the home... She is lost. She is an angel. One of my favorite people of all time.
The poem "The Dash" was read at his funeral...
by Linda Ellis
I read of a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
from the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
and spoke of 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 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 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?
© 1996 Linda Ellis
I like that a lot. I hope you do, too. He was a special man. I have very special memories, and I feel blessed that my children knew their great-grandfather. His dash was awesome. His life was filled with love.
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In not so important news, I weighed in today. 176.2. I lost one pound. I seem to be on a steady pace of one pound a week. I know, I know...that's good, but I am going to try to lose more than that this week. I would like to pick up the pace a bit again. I like to see good (faster) results.
Have a great weekend.
Hug your loved ones,
J
