Tomorrow my son-in-law and I are going to the funeral of Donald Wilson, one of my former students and one of Brent’s close friends from the old days. Donald was funny and quirky and weird and loving.
Heartbreaking. A few years ago, my son and I attended the funeral of Donald’s sister, a brave wonder of nature named Lindsay, who died at 29 of cancer.
Earlier this year, Liz and Ben and I attended the funeral of our beloved Jeremy Owens, one of their best friends who spent many hours at our house – and was also one of my students. He was a beautiful, if troubled, boy. We all wanted to kill him at times, but we all loved him dearly and he could always make us laugh, until the time he made us cry.
I’ve lost other former students over the years, one of whom was the oldest son of one of my oldest, dearest friends. Jason Gwatney, I’ll always love you and miss you, though not as much as your brave mother does – that’s not possible.
But it needs to stop. Now. Because they’re too young and life’s too precious.
And they all take a piece of my heart when they go.
Rest in peace, kiddos. Love you all.