Give me my flowers while I can still smell them

Every so often, We come across someone who touches our life in such a way, that even once they are gone from it, their presence, their words, their image, still remains as if it were still there. Those are sometimes the ones we take for granted, the ones we take advantage of , leave behind, or simply overlook. Sometimes, but not always. For those blessed enough to realize the individual is more than just a being or maybe even a pestilence, Pray to whomever you pray to, that you're vision is never slighted.