April 2, 1911~ June 2, 2002
Grannie used to read her Bible every night. My twin sister and I would spend the night with her as often as we could...before going to sleep we would sit on the floor in front of her in her rocking chair and listen to His words. Precious memories.
She was a blessed mother and grandmother.
The Dash Between the Dates
...I began to read the names and dates chiseled there on every stone.
The dates which showed whether it was Mom or Dad, or daughter or baby son.
The dates were different but the amount the same, there were two on every one.
It was then I noticed something,
It was but a simple line;
It was the dash between the dates
Placed there it stood for time.
All at once it dawned on meIt was but a simple line;
It was the dash between the dates
Placed there it stood for time.
How important that little line.
The dates placed there belonged to God
But that line is yours and mine.
It's God who gives this precious life
And God who takes away;
But that line He gives to us
To do with what we may.
We know God's written the first date down
Of each and every one,
And we know those hands will write again,
For the last date has to come. We know He'll write the last date down,
And soon, we know, for some,
But upon the line between my dates
I hope He'll write "Well done!"
