The one inescapable reality of life is that sooner or later everyone dies. Simple as that. Nobody gets out of here alive.
I was in the first graduating class of Nauset Regional High School. Class of 1960 which, strangely enough, consisted of 60 students. There are fewer of us now than there were on graduation day.
A group of Nauset alumni started a Facebook group called, “Nauset Remembers.” Part of it is a list of those no longer with us. Recently a group organized, for lack of a better word, a Remembrance night at the school. Not a memorial service, but more of a celebration of those who have preceded us into the great unknown.
Through that page I’ve been in contact with an old classmate, Jay Schofield. Jay has a blog and wandering through it he had a post of a eulogy he gave for a mutual friend, Bruce MacPherson. Jay wrote that when Bruce was inducted into the Massachusetts Football Coach’s Hall of Fame the theme of his induction speech was “The Dash.”
The dash he spoke of is placed on all gravestones and positioned between the date of birth and the date of death. Something like this…
Bruce questioned what people did with their dash — their time alive. Was it wasted or was it used to good purpose?
What will be written on your dash?