I am still helping my little brother move. Final day, thank the good Lord!!
There was one box that was falling apart and a card fell out. It was from my the funeral of my cousin’s husband. I think I have mentioned this poem before and I forget now who wrote it but it bares repeating. I take consolation in the fact that when I die people will have something good to say about me and even if they don’t I will know I didmy best to not hurt anyone and to help others.
The narcissist will never have that and he may not even care. To him, everyone standing around talking about how he ruined their lives will be proof he succeeded in being memorable, no one will ever forget him.
But I prefer to be remembered for much more honorable things don’t you?
And we don’t know how long we are here for, fo you want to spend your dash – catering to someone without a soul?
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 matters most of all
Is the dash – between those years”.
For that dash represents all the time
That he spent alive on earth…
And now only those who 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 most is how we live and love
And him 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
You could be at dash – midrange.
If we could just a 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 awhile.
So when your eulogy’s being read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash -?
There is life and light after the narcissist, I promise! Hugs Carrie