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Lucky me, I tangoed with heaven this month.
A dejectedly depressing happenstance indeed to set it in
motion, however; the passing of a personal hero – your hero.
I can probably imagine just how much she would’ve meant
for you. My gran sure was my Sun & my galactic center.
Most instrumentally she formed the central crux of not only
my worldview – but my very mannerisms.
I remember how I used to sit by the verandah and talk hours
about History and all things worldly with her until her eyes
drooped over and fell into siestas. There’s that book –
Malgudi schooldays by R.K. Narayan – it’s actually the very
first novel I ever read in my life. And it tells the tell of a
similar grandson that stood upon the pulpit of discourse with
his gran through his schooldays.
As I wonder more and more about the bond you shared – it
mellows me further to imagine what that loss would mean.
As you said she was grief-stricken for a couple years now
ailing in the passing of her dear son, a plight deserved by no
human walking this Earth. A plight not worth the villain-iest
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