Mike's Dash

After learning of Mike Price's tragic passing early last Friday morning, I spent much of the weekend reflecting about Mike and his impact upon his family, friends, students, co-workers and our community. 

No doubt many of you have read the poem below by Linda Ellis but perhaps it is worth re-reading:

The Dash

I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on his tombstone
From the beginning to the end.

He noted that first came the date of his birth
And spoke of 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 he spent alive on earth
And now only those who loved him
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 that 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?

Mike's dash was rich and full; his contribution to the lives of those he touched was significant. 

I will always treasure my conversations with Mike at our daughter's basketball and soccer games. Listening to him speak with such pride about his children always brightened my day. 

RIP Mike, you will be missed!