The Good Word of Death

When I was in deep thought one day I wonder why it seems only appropriate that when a person dies to speak upon what kind of person they are. I mean even the nastiest of people get some kind of nice speech from their family. I wonder why it only has to be when they're dead that you speak of all the great memories and qualities that that individual has. I thought of my mom and how I don't want to be speaking at her funeral and regreting never telling her that she is a beautiful, great woman that has supported me in so many ways. She is the one person in my life that I don't get around to really tell how much I appriciate and think she is just and awsome person. I do throw out comments here and there, but I don't think she fully realizes the amount of gratitude I have towards her. Another one of my goals this year is to tell people all the great things that I think of them. It shouldn't be when you are just looking at flesh in a coffin that you speak up and tell them what you felt about them. You never know, it could have made one of their day's on this earth a little brighter, and since you're only given so many what do you have to lose?