Zenith of the Zircona

Sometimes, I wonder what life would be like if I died.
What would people say?
What would be written on my tombstone?
What about my obituary?
Which paper?
How would my death affect other people?
Would someone regret while another nostagically reminisces?
Oh, I don't know...

If I suddenly died, there would be so many things left unsaid.
How much I love my family.
How much I value certain friendships.
How much I wish I could tell someone what I fel.
How much I wish that I could've done more to make a difference...

But I heard once that every minute I spend messing around or being
stupid; denying myself, denying others; all of those minutes wasted are
followed by seconds in which I could turn it around.
A simple sorry. I love you.
I care...

It's so easier said than done...