After visiting a war memorial in Belgium recently I was reminded how lucky I am to have those brave soldiers fight for the things I have and freely enjoy today.  Im 34 years old and as I looked at the thousands of grave stones of men a similar age to myself, I became aware of the simple representation of life… The little dash that separates a birth date and a death date…

That little dash that they put onto your gravestone after you have gone…  It represents your whole life.

Not much of a motivational speech you might be thinking – but it can be!

The good news is that the dash is designed by you. Carefully crafted and remembered by whoever you want. That dash represents your stories, your memories, your inspiration and kindness shown to others. It can mean so much to so many and touch the hearts of people around the world…  Or, let’s face it, it can mean nothing… Just another date separator for someone who died sometime…  I don’t know about you, but I want my dash to be worth remembering.  I have around 50 to 60 summers left on this planet all being well, and I want to make my dash one to remember… Like the many hero’s who died in the war to provide us with the life we have today; what are you going to be remembered for.. what do you want to be remembered for, and what might you do today to say Yes to that…

Toby