I was talking to a dear friend of mine the other day and we were discussing life. She mentioned the poem about the dash you see on a headstone that’s between the day you were born and the day you die; and how the dash represents the life you’ve lived.
Sitting in my aunt’s hospital room, I’ve been thinking about her dash.
My aunt has been blessed with a beautiful long dash. She was born in 1921 and served in the Canadian Army with two of her brothers. She moved to California and had a wonderful life. She married the love of her life in 1946. My uncle adored her till the day he died in 2006. They had a love that most can only dream of. You could see the sparkle each would get in their eye when they saw each other or spoke the other’s name.
My aunt was successful in love and business. She was a well known interior decorator. She even decorated actor, John Davidson’s yacht!
She traveled the world with my uncle. They were also blessed with a son who is the light of her life.
Now at 94 years old as she approaches the end of her dash, I’m looking back on the wonderful memories I have of her. It puts a smile on my breaking heart.
I will mourn her when she’s gone to be with the Lord but I will not dwell on her passing. I will celebrate her life. So many wonderful memories will be with me always.
Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.