For fucking dying before I had a chance to see you at a class reunion… before I could tell you that you were the first teacher who ever gave a shit about me, and that, partly because of you, I’ve turned out pretty good. That I’ve always hated American History, but you hooked me just enough to make it part of my vocation.
Your family already knows what a good person you were. If every kid you inspired shows up at the funeral home tomorrow the walls are going to burst. I won’t be there. I’m going to track down some Kentucky hooch, put on some Patsy, and curl up with that copy of Bloch’s Historian’s Craft that you lent me when I was a junior in high school that I kept forgetting to return.
Hey. How are you doing? I liked the creative way in which you showed your love for someone important in your life. I hope he would have appreciated your creativity as well. Just popped over from your other post. The comments it generated made me laugh and feel better. I have been having a moderately shitty week so could use it.
I hope that after the buzz wears off you take some time to tell the other people in your life how much you care about them.
Peace.
PS Both my kids enjoy you and your colleagues efforts, I am sure its not the best paying gig around, but it is appreciated by some.