It is said that a star shines brightest before it falls. Anna Maria Horgan tragically died in the early Summer of her life one week ago. For the first time in many years, tears forced their way from my eyes upon hearing a most beautiful renditions of Raglan Road by the acclaimed musician Seamus Begley at her funeral mass. Like Kavanagh, Anna knew well the feeling of failed love. Yet in the last few months of her life, a major change occured in her life, Anna found love. For a potentially brilliant legal career Anna gave it all up to help local charities and study poetry. She must have surely pitied Kavanagh, a poet whom she so well liked. She must have felt his despair, echoed his anguish yet passed it off as but a fleeting moment. Grief or self-pity could not consume Anna, Anna consumed life, particularly in those last few wonderful months. 'Let grief be a falling leaf' - a line with which she would undoubtedly concur. Until I find my way to that 'quiet street, where old ghosts meet' - Anna, Rest in Peace.