Forever Knowing Nothing

Something to a person who died.  A lover, friend, family member.

It just struck me how unbelievably amazing and absolutely upsetting such an action is.

Amazing in how so many people could find meaning from what was dedicated to that person, to feel an incredibly touching chord from it.

But absolutely upsetting in that, no matter how many people know, if the whole world knew, the person who it was devoted to will never have been able to know that such a dedication was ever realized.

I’m scared of ever getting to a point where there were things that I would have wanted to say to a person, how I felt about them, and they were no longer around to receive such a message.

If I would ever know, I would make sure that a person I cared about would know my obituary for them before they passed.  They deserve to know how positive an impact they’ve had on me and there is no point in hiding or censoring a compliment or compassionate expression if I am feeling it.

Any time is the right time to say something nice to someone.