A former teacher of mine, who just happened to be my 4th grade teacher found out she had cancer a few months ago. At that time, they didn’t give her long to live. When I had her as a teacher, she was probably early 60’s.
Through out the years, I stayed in contact with her. She came to my high school graduation party, and I saw her off and on after that. She was such an amazing teacher, one who truly enjoyed what he did. I will always remember her for being so positive, upbeat, friendly, kind, caring, warm to her students. She truly was a teacher you went to. We all loved her.
When she passed away, I cried. She is a part of why I became a teacher. Her dedication to her students, to doing what she loved is a testament to us all. Her memorial was yesterday. I went with my dad and sister. Not only was she my teacher, she was also my neighbor down the road, and my dad grew up with her children.
While at the memorial, I was looking at a book on a table that said to leave a memory of her. I happened to look down and I saw a bunch of letters that students had written to her over the years. I was half-hoping, half-wondering if I’d find a letter from me. And it just so happens that I did. I read what I wrote back to my sister, and she kind of laughed at times at the 4th grade handwriting and language that I used. In it, I basically thanked her for being a really great teacher. I told her she would always be my favorite teacher, no matter what grade I went to (and now, where I am at in life). I told her she was the best teacher in the world.
The things I wrote of back then- are the same things I basically still think about to this day. They still hold true. She left her footprints on many students’ hearts, mine included. While we lost a truly great teacher down here, Heaven gained a very amazing teacher up there.
