Today was one of the hardest days I have ever had as a parent. After finding out my youngest baby girl's 1st grade teacher passed away, we had the tough task of telling her the news. I broke down before telling her as I knew it would just rip through her like a freight train. I left the room, gained composure and then went in to tell her. I couldn't do it. I just picked her up and the tears flowed. I tried twice, but each time I looked into her brown eyes, I broke down. I proceeded to bring her to her father, who finally was able to let the words slip out.
She sobbed for about an hour and has asked the innocent teary questions periodically throughout the day. He was very important to her. He will be greatly missed at school and in every day life. It is a reminder that each day is precious.
School will start in a month, with my youngest entering 2nd grade, yet I know she will still feel a loss, as will the entire school staff and student body.
A few weeks ago, this same man gave us roadside assistance when it was needed. We planned on getting him a gift card to take his wife out for a wonderful supper as thanks. Now that will never happen. They will never again enjoy an evening out together. My heart breaks for her and their two beautiful young daughters. May he rest in peace always and be remembered by those whose lives he touched.
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