I know this must seem strange, but it suddenly struck me that what we ought to do is look at the person we love most, write their obituary and read it to them.
What is the point of waiting until someone is dead and then telling a lot of outsiders - some who scarcely know you?
Surely the time to articulate the reasons you love and respect people is while they are alive, and they can hear what a miracle of joy their life has been to you.