Dear Ms. Ellis,
I'm writing to you from Cardiff, Wales. Firstly, I'd simply like to thank you. Until recently, I had never heard your beautiful poem, The Dash. It was my good friend who first introduced me to it. Years earlier, he had read it at the funeral of someone very close to him, and its message had stayed with him ever since. One evening, while we were discussing the voyage ahead of us, he read the poem to me. Like so many people before me, I found it incredibly moving. After spending our working lives on the front lines, we have witnessed both the fragility and the preciousness of life. Your words captured something that we had both felt for many years but had never been able to express so perfectly.
Four years ago, my wife and I bought a 1970 wooden ketch. Over the following three years we lovingly restored her and sailed more than 5,000 nautical miles while circumnavigating the United Kingdom, preparing ourselves and the boat for our dream of sailing her home to Australia. Then life changed. My wife's father, a Vietnam veteran, became palliatively unwell with chronic myeloid leukaemia (CML). Without hesitation, my wife returned to Australia to care for him full-time during the precious time he had left. Overnight, the dream we'd spent years preparing for seemed impossible.
Then my friend stepped forward. Without hesitation, he volunteered to become my First Mate so that together we could continue the journey. We've named our expedition The Dash to Australia. Not because we intend to rush, but because your poem reminded us that what truly matters is how we choose to live the time we've been given. For two men who have spent decades helping people through life's most difficult moments, that message has profound meaning.
Your poem has become part of our story, and we are deeply grateful for the inspiration it has given us.
With our sincere thanks and warmest wishes,