Goodbye Dorothy
Our family bid a sad farewell to Dottie B. today. Though not always someone you’d agree with, she did her best and the turnout on her day of being laid to rest was utterly astounding. She touched many lives.
Which brings me to remember a poem I’d heard about a few years ago called, The Dash. I cannot recall the words, but the poem was about the gravestone marker that we will all have one day which will reflect our date of birth, then a dash, then our date of passing. The dates are not important at all, but that dash surely is. That’s what it’s all about; the dash. How you lived it, and if you lived it well.
So, here’s a toast to Dorothy - she lived her dash by her own means and by her own ways. May we all have the guts to do it our way, and may our dash be just as significant as hers. She will rest in peace, that I’m sure of.
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