Morning Commute
That long drive to work each morning is full of dreams and aspirations for the day. I captured this snapshot this morning while I was still brainstorming station rotations for my kids.
Each day I get to see this beauty and grace, but I don't fully appreciate it as I should. This morning was extra emotional for me as I sat and also thought about death and its finality. One of my former students from the academy committed suicide late last night. The years at the academy seem like a life time ago. I was 19 when I volunteered there. She was 27 and had a small family of her own. She was a brave soul who had fought so hard to be independent and strong. Boo was amazing and I know she would want her kids to hear that as well. I think I still have pieces of her poetry saved on an old flash drive. I will print and take them with me.
I will be making the four hour drive for her service in the next few weeks. My heart goes out to her family and children. We kept up with each other via social media and have routinely met up once a year for coffee. Her teenage daughter was the one who sent me the message that her mother had passed. She's the sole reason I wanted to be a middle school teacher. I had went to her program to teach a few units of the Peace Jam curriculum only to discover that I wanted to be an actual teacher. Boo challenged me each day with endless questions, remarks, and banter. Boo was stuck in an alternative program where she more than thrived. Each year, she scored perfect 5s and devoted so much of her day to independent reading sessions. She changed my mind about everything. I cannot believe this happened. There are no words for this...
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