September 12, 2011
Rabindranath Tagore’s poem “The End” reminds us that those we lose are always with us.
My grandma died a little over four and a half years ago; it’s hard to believe it’s been that long. She is, to this day, my role model, undoubtedly one of the sweetest, most loving people I have ever known. And she could read me like a book: I think this is what I miss most. She understood me better than, quite possibly, anyone else. It is to her I’d like to dedicate this post, because I feel that this poem, “The End” by Rabindranath Tagore, really encapsulates the presence she still has in my life:
Read the full article and poem at SevenPonds Blog