The Dash between birth to death.

I recently received a forward and to be honest a lot of times I do not like forwards. This one was very touching. It reminded me of a poem I read at school about the tomb of the unknown solider of how his life had counted. This story went on about how on a tombstone you see the date of birth and then a dash and then the date the person died. It went on to say how that dash was the memories that space in time where their life was made where only people who knew them could fill in that dash. How we often take for granted that dash in time. My brother Scott will have been dead five months tomorrow. No more dashes in time the number at the end has been written in books and sealed in time. Yet that dash in time will always be filled with memories for those who shared his life. I would imagine my blog can speak to many a soul. It spoke to me when all is said and done what will people say about my dash in time. Will I be remembered for making a differance for laughing at bubbles or for what. I guess it is true life is so fragile handle with care. Life is but a fragment in time. I know I took it all for granted until Scott died. I ask you to reflect on the moment in times and your dash what will it say about you. There doesn't have to be a tombstone my brother was cremated his life will have a dash always and I am glad that I shared in knowing him in that dash in time.

Please have a cup of tea with me today.