I attended a funeral yesterday. Over the course of the 16 years I’ve been working for or volunteering for Gilda’s Club, I’ve lost count of how many funerals I’ve attended. Working with people with cancer, the possibility of someone dying is omnipresent. That statement sits somehow uncomfortably with me because it presumes the rest of us who aren’t diagnosed get a pass from the certainty of death, when in reality, none of us knows when our last breath will come on this earth. So why do we live as if our moments are infinite, when in fact, other than taxes death is the only certainty we face on this earth.

But the “dying” and “loss” and “grief” part isn’t what I want to write about today. Today, I want to write about the “dash”….Have you heard of it?