So some of you may know, I am old. I am a teacher. I am a band director. Eight years ago today, one of my students died.
She had a weird allergic reaction and her airway shut down,and she died in her sleep. She had just finished her junior year. She was a Sea Cadet. She had the whole fucking world in front of her. But nope, dead at 16. I have shed my fair share of tears over the years. I refuse to forget about it and move on. I have her obituary on my refrigerator.
Whatever terrible person I am, seeing that newspaper cut-out makes me strive to be a little bit better.
I am living a pretty mediocre life. Hers could have been amazing.
Either there is no god, or he is a fucking asshole.
She had a weird allergic reaction and her airway shut down,and she died in her sleep. She had just finished her junior year. She was a Sea Cadet. She had the whole fucking world in front of her. But nope, dead at 16. I have shed my fair share of tears over the years. I refuse to forget about it and move on. I have her obituary on my refrigerator.
Whatever terrible person I am, seeing that newspaper cut-out makes me strive to be a little bit better.
I am living a pretty mediocre life. Hers could have been amazing.
Either there is no god, or he is a fucking asshole.