Over the past few months I have learned of the death of 3 friends over social media. While none of these people were daily staples in my life, they all had left a lingering impression on my life. One taught me the true act of forgiveness and understanding, one taught me to conquer my fears of strangers, and one taught me how to be kind to everyone, even the people you don't like. I wouldn't be who I am without the impression all three of them have left on my life. But rather than being permanent fixtures of my life, they're ghosts of fingerprints in my past. I miss them. I regret not spending more time with them, not making those extra trips, or sending that email when I had the chance.  The things everyone thinks when someone is suddenly gone and you're left holding a bundle of words left unsaid.