The week before Francesco passed away, Francesco and I had to accept that he's not going to be here much longer. We had the realest, most intense conversations with each other. I talk about what it is like to talk to the person you love from a perspective of knowing you may never see each other again. We had so much time to reminisce, and to be really be present in the moment. If only humanity could learn how to be so real with one another, other than in times of distress. Why does it take death for us to appreciate the best parts of a person?