01/22/2026
I thought a lot today about how to honor the memory of the man who put my prospect cut on my back, took me on my first ride after patching in and gave me a place to stay overnight to get me out of crappy weather when he was in a hospital hotel. A man that felt really sick yet showed up to my military retirement because he knew my family situation at the time wasn't the best. And then I remembered another friend of his read the Dash Poem at his service and that has stuck with me since. We love you brother Cheech and miss you always! LLWB.
The Dash Poem by Linda Ellis
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on the tombstone
From the beginning...to the end
He noted that first came the date of birth
And spoke 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 they spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved them
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 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?
