Saturday-unrelated to other post

And you know how at memorial services or obituaries how you hear all these interesting details of someone's life that you never knew? Or people say wonderful things about them? Why don't we share these stories with each other while we're still alive? Why don't we let each other know that we care about each other? I'm certainly not good at this, didn't grow up doing it. I mean sometimes people say things to be polite or because they don't know what else to say. But then sometimes, we tell each other things when we don't think we will see each other again: how much we enjoyed the conversations (although, sometimes you can tell with that one, they talk with you); how much they liked living with you, etc. Yeah, I get it, vulnerability is scary. When you are leaving, you have nothing to lose. But we probably all need to hear that we matter once in a while. And how many people go through life never knowing that?