So ya, today in vancellete we read a poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson (great poet!) and it remined me a lot of my grandmother's death...
How Anandal Went Out
"They called it Annandale- and i was there
To flourish, to find words, and to attend:
Liar, physician, hypocrite, and friend,
I watched him; and the sight was not so fair
As one or
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