Hubby and I are currently on a cruise in the Caribbean. I came across this post from 2009, and I thought it was worthy of a re-post. It is about a sad event, but it serves to remind me to be thankful of all the people in my life while I have them.
I am sorry that I have spent most of today
trying to remember what your last name was when we taught together that
one year. Or was it two?
You taught in the room next door to
mine, so we were often in the hall together during class change. In
fact, we were often still in the hall gabbing after the tardy bell had
rung and our classes were seated.
I remember that you had a sharp
wit and a marvelous sense of humor. I was intimidated by your
intelligence and in awe of your ability to discard one career easily for
another. I don't remember if you went straight into law school from
your brief stint as my next-door teacher neighbor or if that's something
you told me when I ran into you several years later.
always involved in the theater, and I was also fascinated by that. I was
jealous of the fact that you had nothing to tie you down, and you could
devote as much time to your passion for acting and directing as you
Remember that one year, when you and I both
participated in Spirit Week the week before Homecoming? Not many
teachers played along. You suggested the two of us dress alike for Twin
Day. I still laugh out loud at the prospect. You were tall, brunette,
and thin, and I was (am) short, blond (even if I do pay for it now),
and.......not. Still, you brought something to school for me to wear --
was it a scarf? hat? vest? I can't remember -- and we did indeed sort of
look like twins. I remember standing in the hall together, our arms
draped around each other, posing for a picture. It may have been in the
school yearbook that year. I don't know, because I think I threw that
You were either going through a divorce or went
through it shortly after leaving the high school where we taught
together. I had a hard time adjusting to your new last name when you
took back your maiden name. Ironic then, that I have struggled all day
to come up with the only name I knew you by at the beginning.
I heard yesterday that a shooting had occurred at the community
theater, I immediately thought of you. Because you were the only person I
knew connected with that theater. And there must be hundreds. I told
myself I was being silly, thinking that you were somehow involved. I was
pretty sure that you would know the three people who were killed, and
my heart saddened for you.
I had no idea until I opened this
morning's paper that you were one of the three dead. And that it is your
(estranged) husband who is being sought for all three killings,
apparently deliberate and calculated. There have been no clues as to his
whereabouts; no cell phone use or credit card transactions have
pinpointed where he may have fled. Call me cruel or heartless or
whatever, but I hope that he has taken the coward's way out and saved
this state the trouble of a trial.
You waited until later in life
to have children, and I can just bet that you were a good mother.
Because you were good at everything you took a stab at. You were a good
teacher, smart and able to relate to the students. You were obviously
good at acting and directing and serving as publicity director for the
community theater. I also hear that you were a good lawyer, and I wish I
had thought to consult you for my divorce from the psycho.
so sorry that your children were in the car with your ex when he killed
you and those two men, although I am forever grateful that they did not
have to witness your death. At 8 and 10, they will never, ever
understand why their lives have suddenly been turned upside down and
I ache for those children, for the college community
you were so much a part of, and for the circle of friends who will mourn
your loss. I regret that we did not stay in better touch after our
short time of teaching together.
I remember now.
It was Hutchins.