Tuesday, August 20, 2013
School Days. . . and Memories of Days Gone By
We lost my mom 27 years ago to breast cancer. She never got to retire from the job that defined her life. She had a very short time with 4 of her grandchildren and has 3 more she never got to meet. In her short years, she left a legacy of love to over 500 children. Many still remember her and the hugs she gave out. I know this because her former students still tell me stories about her and the warm experiences they had in her care.
Each year that goes by, I hope that some of the pain of losing my mom lessens. And I guess it has. But then there is that school smell, those visual memories of a primary classroom and all the other trappings of an elementary school. In an instant I am transported back to that little room, and a sweet teacher named Mrs. Hall. I wish I could tell her what an impact she had on her students. I wish I could talk to her just one more time and tell her about the impact she has had on my life and how I still strive to be more like her. For today, I will have to settle for the smell of chalk, the sound of echoes in the hall and the alphabet charts on the walls.