Life is so fragile.

Like a butterfly fluttering past, we may not even notice it nor pay it any attention.

It may flutter past us, without us even knowing.

But when one is crushed before our own eyes, they are flooded with tears.

We cry not because of the horror, but because it's in that moment that you realise how beautiful that butterfly was, and in that moment you know it's too late.

The truth is you never know how long your butterfly will stay.

It will leave whenever it sees fit, without your readiness and without your permission.

So we must cherish our butterfly, we must take in all of its beauty and embrace it with all the love within the hearts.

Because one day, without our permission, it will fly away, and all we can do is enjoy it while we are blessed with its presence.

Rest in peace Mitch, you were gone way too soon.