I haven't written a blog entry since May. That's the month when life as we knew it came to a screeching halt. And in the ensuing time, that Dash concept or idea has occupied my thoughts sporadically, at least a few times each week.
The Dash: that imaginary line from the beginning of one's life -------------------- to the end. The Dash: to be filled with all the things that make life worth living: all the actions, reactions, the good, bad and ugly, the positives, the negatives, the learning, the understanding, the caring, the striving, the loving, the uniqueness........ the laughter, the tears.
The Dash: It's a finite length of time, unknown to us as to the length of our own Dash but hoping it will be a long one. For too many, it's unbearably short. But even if it isn't, we all think that Dash could go on forever.
Personally, the Dash is now playing a more important role in the life of someone I love. And when the looming fact that the Dash is possibly heading toward its finale, we do everything in our power to prolong it, to coax it, to coerce it, to push it ever onward so that the end is totally out of sight, even if that means draining every resource you have, seeking out every possibility on the face of the earth to make that Dash continue long into the future. It's a daunting task to ferociously seek out ways to lengthen the Dash but finding strength in a situation like this is not hard. It is what we do, we humans, who love so deeply that we'll relentlessly find a way to make the Dash continue through its long and winding road.
So, to those of you who understand what the Dash is all about, make sure the space that it takes up is lived to the fullest, with the most happiness, good deeds, good words, humaneness, kindness, good intentions and always, always, lots of giggles.
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