There are so many things which might touch me, if I'd let them. At times I'm glad I'm too lost in my own navel (or whatevs) to be open to them.
Still and so; here's to those who have no more tomorrows, no more todays, only memories of their lives as ingrained in the brains of the ones they've left behind.
We'll all be left behind and we'll all leave. No matter how confusing, difficult or incomprehensible our time in this space, here's to making the memories more beautiful for our part in them.