And the Heartbreakers

Dear future hubster,

I think about it every time something similar happens, when some famous, admired, inspiring, appreciated artist's time on Earth ends. How the whole world seems to just suddenly recall how much that person, or, most likely, that person's work has meant to them. 

I understand nostalgia and have myself experienced that remoter grief for somebody I never knew, but I can't help asking the bitter, cynical question: How about we start appreciating our artists while they are still alive?

And while we're at it, how about doing the same to the people we appreciate in our actual lives? You know, those commonly known as 'loved ones'?