In His Dash

A simple line between dates, his dash, holds a full life of love, humor, faith, and wisdom

In His Dash

12/13/1943 – 5/5/2011

You might think there’s not much to see
In the dash that rests between these years—
Just a line, a mark, a fleeting trace,
But that line holds a life, a face.

His walk was never a perfect line,
But his talk was straight, his words sincere.
Mistakes, of course, he made a few,
Yet no apology is now overdue.

I know he spoke with Christ above—
They wrestled, argued, shared their love.
He gave his all, he bore his loss,
And carried quietly his hidden cross.

His humor quick, his laughter plain,
His wisdom wrapped in jokes remains.
Much more lies within that sign,
That little dash you see in time.

For within that dash a life was lived,
A heart that gave, a soul that grieved.
Not just years, but love and light—
A dash that made the darkness bright.

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A poem I wrote back in 2011 when my Dad passed away.