Every Morning:
"Mornin' D. How are you today?"
"Mornin" Ms. Day. I'm good."
Head down.
Capped pulled low.
Hair in eyes.
Some mornings:
"Mornin' D. Would you take this down to my room?"
"No prob, Ms. Day"
Last Week:
I miss D sitting on the planters texting
who knows who
at 7:30am.
I miss D and our two sentence conversations.
Yesterday:
A one sentence conversation
"D committed suicide this morning."
Today:
I thought I was fine,
ready for what the day had to bring,
But the planter knocked me for a loop.
Good-bye D.
I'll miss you.
Deb, I am so sorry to read of this tragedy. My prayers are with you, the students, and family. May they bring comfort and peace to each of you.
ReplyDeleteOh Deb, I'm so sorry. I have tears as I'm sure you do. You just paid such tribute to this child by writing about "him?" I had this happen when the student was already in high school, but still, & I still am in touch with her parents-such a waste. I wish I could give you a big hug. You are brave to share, but know that now so many of us are sending thoughts and prayers!
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