The strangeness of others—
Even your sisters and brothers—
Is a responsibility to
Overcome—or some night they will be lying
In a bed dying—and how you loved them,
Its quality—will be as unknown
To you as your own mother was
While a living stranger.
From Red to the Rind, and a sentiment that I hold very dear to my heart. Especially having recently lost an old friend, unexpectedly, suddenly, and not really ever having told her how important she was to me. The people that you care about, discover the quality of your love for them, and then TELL them. Make sure they understand also. I know it’s scary, but it’s important, so be brave, my dears.