There is a cemetery on our way to church. I began to notice every Sunday a man visiting a grave. There is a bench near the grave that he visits and that's most often where I see him. Sometimes, he's picking weeds or laying flowers on the grave. One Sunday, my mind began to wander after I saw the man sitting there. Who's buried there? His wife perhaps? Did she know while she was alive how much he loved her? Did he spend so much time with her when she was alive? Was he as devoted a husband then as he is now? Did he bring her flowers to show he cared while she could enjoy them? I had to resist the urge to tell my husband,"Don't wait until I'm dead to bring me flowers!" Dead people can't enjoy flowers. They can't look at the beautiful colors or touch the soft petals. They can't study the intricate way a rose folds together or the delicate curling of a lily. They can't smell the wondrous smell of one of God's creations. They can't enjoy the emotions of love with which the flowers were given or the joy with which they are received. Have you told someone who means the world to you "I love you" recently? Have you given them a hug or a kiss to remind them how much they are loved? It doesn't take much to let someone know you love them. Let them know before it's too late.