As a teacher, I have encountered thousands of lives.
Every now and then, a certain student, group of students, or maybe even an entire class slips their way into my heart. Upon graduation, I leave it up to the students to choose for themselves whether they will stay in my life or not.
In 2006, I was blessed to teach an amazing group of students...the entire class remains my very favorite. Six of those students wormed their way deep into my heart and have become friends. I may use the words "former students: when I describe them to others; but in truth, they are close friends.
On Friday night, I met up with a couple of them after the dedication of the high school announcer booth to my dad. What could have been an overly emotional night became, with their help, a night filled with laughter. I was so lucky to be surrounded by love as everyone around me allowed me to share some of the best stories about my dad.
One of those sweet girls survived a brain tumor about six months ago. From that experience, she started blogging.
Tonight she blogged this post.
And touched my heart in a way she will never realize.