“One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!"
And a little later, you added:
"You know-- one loves the sunset when one is so sad..."
"Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?"
But the little prince made no reply.”
Sunsets are also challenging because they remind us of sad times or happier times. Reminds us of those who are no longer with us sometimes. I remember my grandma, who I lost a few months ago. She used to love sunsets too, and now that I think about it, the last sunset I spent with her, I did not know it would her last one too. She always used to point out the sky and say to me about the oranges and yellows. The sun is gone, but the leftovers of the light remind me of those memories with my grandmother. Unfortunately, I could not tell her that I had reached my dream of being a Berkeley Student.
Grandma, I miss you.