giving flowers

Back in the 80's, the loss of so many neighbors and friends led me to write a rather morbid song. The chorus went like this

mother always said
don't wait until I'm dead
you might as well save
a trip to my grave, and
give me my flowers now.

It was cheesy, but what can I say? I was very young, and overwhelmed by seeing so much suffering. It was still fairly early in the AIDS epidemic, and we were hit very hard here in San Francisco.

Anyway...since those days, when people in my life pass away, I feel compelled to tell those around me how wonderful they are.

The only problem is that it's hard to do that without seeming weird sometimes.