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Jen

Beautiful Joy and soooo true. It's so easy to get caught up in the day to day and not sit back and reflect about stuff like this.

genevieve

This is a good reflection - I have to send you some hugs, Joy, going through the tough times you have hit here, all of a sudden. As I told Jory, I had a friend whose mother went quickly like this - it's very hard to count the profit and the loss at such a time. On the one hand, less suffering perhaps - on the other, less opportunity to let others share the load. I wish you every strength in the coming weeks and months.

tim

Yes, it's a nice poem, but we're being sued by Linda since we published her poem....... Is that the way to live *her* dash??

Aleisha Bell

This poem was a part of my Nana's funeral program. It was so beautiful and represented what my Nana stood for as person. She has done many things within that dash...it was a perfect poem for her. i admire the lady who wrote this poem!

Linda G.

I love to find and ponder over poems like this but then feel sad that people in the real world dont seem to have the time to do the same. . .

CHRISTINA

LOVE THE POEM.IT WILL GO ON BEING SHARED BY SO MANY.I WAS SAD TO HEAR THAT LINDA WAS SUEING. CHRISTINA

rndunn

This poem expresses my Love for a certain W.Max Dr..ry --a truly beautiful woman in my Dash.

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