|The Man photo bombed my sunset!|
I awoke this morning to news that a former student of mine was killed in a car accident last night. Logan was a long ago former student in a teeny tiny classroom in which I was a long term, then permanent, sub...but I remember him and his sweet spirit. I remember making cookies with his class. I remember him getting so flustered because he got a piece of egg shell in the dough. I don't think his seven year old little boy self had ever cracked an egg before. I remember telling him it would be okay...we'd pick it out. I remember that he was a wonderfully talented soccer player.
And then...he wasn't in my life anymore. That happens...folks pop in and pop out...but I still knew he was out there. Just like I know the rest of them, the oh...let's see...20 years teaching...average of 25 or so kids per year...wow...maybe 500 other students I've had are all out there somewhere. They come in the door, we spend our 180 days together, and then they pop back out again. Sometimes they visit. Sometimes you get an invitation to a graduation or a wedding. And yes, I've gotten news like this before, but you're really not supposed to get news like this as a teacher. It always amazes me when a student thinks I won't remember them. I may not remember their name right away, but oh, I do remember them.
I guess this is truly a Slice of Life story, because that's how this day...this 12 or 14 hour slice of my life has been. Eat breakfast, think of Logan, take a shower, remember Logan, get this job accomplished, picture Logan's face, run that errand, smile at precious seven year old Logan in my mind's eye. Text my daughter, tell her I love her. Tell her to be careful driving. Wonder what eighteen year old handsome Logan must have looked like. Go for a walk with My Man...remember Logan.
|I love the way the sun hides behind this tree.|
|I have photos of this fence in all seasons...a common stopping point on our walks.|