She was married to Claude Morgan. Her parents were John McLeod Taylor & Lois Gertrude Jones. She has 3 children Lois, Claude Jr, & Bill. She adopted Faye, Wayne & Louise. Grandchildren are Claudetta, Susan, Paul, Penny, Keith, Connie, Kimberly, Brandy, Scotty & Joseph. Greatgrands are Thomas, Daniel, Nancy, Melissa, Rachel, Meagan, Paige, Brandon, Joey, David, Stephanie, Christopher, Jeremy, Austin, Scotty, Tyler, Matthew, Joseph. Gggrands are Brooke, Thomas, David, Jacob, Maddyson, Anna, Savanna, Victoria, Dylan, Morgan, Shaylee, Kyra, Kyle, Devon, Trenton, Savanna and Natalee.
THE DASH
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 begging to the end.
He noted that first came his date of his birth
And spoke the following date with tears.
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
That he spent alive on earth.
And now only those 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 is how we live, love
And how 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,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just 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
Remember that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read
With your life's actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
THE DASH
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 begging to the end.
He noted that first came his date of his birth
And spoke the following date with tears.
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
That he spent alive on earth.
And now only those 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 is how we live, love
And how 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,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just 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
Remember that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read
With your life's actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
She was married to Claude Morgan. Her parents were John McLeod Taylor & Lois Gertrude Jones. She has 3 children Lois, Claude Jr, & Bill. She adopted Faye, Wayne & Louise. Grandchildren are Claudetta, Susan, Paul, Penny, Keith, Connie, Kimberly, Brandy, Scotty & Joseph. Greatgrands are Thomas, Daniel, Nancy, Melissa, Rachel, Meagan, Paige, Brandon, Joey, David, Stephanie, Christopher, Jeremy, Austin, Scotty, Tyler, Matthew, Joseph. Gggrands are Brooke, Thomas, David, Jacob, Maddyson, Anna, Savanna, Victoria, Dylan, Morgan, Shaylee, Kyra, Kyle, Devon, Trenton, Savanna and Natalee.
THE DASH
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 begging to the end.
He noted that first came his date of his birth
And spoke the following date with tears.
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
That he spent alive on earth.
And now only those 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 is how we live, love
And how 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,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just 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
Remember that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read
With your life's actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
THE DASH
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 begging to the end.
He noted that first came his date of his birth
And spoke the following date with tears.
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
That he spent alive on earth.
And now only those 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 is how we live, love
And how 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,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just 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
Remember that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read
With your life's actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
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