Dash Worthy Moments #1: The Silent Sum of Our Lives Photo Created by James Dacey, Jr using Co-Pilot A priest once stood at a gravesite, saying prayers over someone he'd known his whole life. It was a small gathering, maybe a dozen people, scattered around the hole in the ground, shifting their weight, waiting for it to be over. After the final "Amen," after everyone had walked away, he stayed. He knelt down and looked at the stone. Really looked at it. Two dates. A name he'd known for decades. And between them - a dash . One small, horizontal line carved into granite. That tiny mark represented seventy-three years of living. Seventy-three years of breakfasts and birthdays of arguments and reconciliations, of dreams pursued, and opportunities missed. An entire human existence, all the love given, all the pain endured, all the choices made, reduced to a symbol half an inch long. And in that moment, the priest understood something he'd never quite grasped before: eve...