I am writing this post from the amazing city of Chicago. Mike and I are here for a week.
I have a couple of other posts ready to be published, posts that I wanted to publish before the holidays. They are our annual "best of" lists. Those can wait.
I have cried a lot since last Friday. Anytime there is a school shooting I think of my beautiful husband, an awesome teacher who has dedicated his life to teaching children how to play a string instrument. On Friday morning, with just very few details, I once again became angry and called my husband in tears. He was fine, hadn't even heard about it.
This post is to send love to all of our readers. This blog journey has been amazing for me and for us. I am constantly blown away by the support I get from our readers and by the stories that they share after reading a blog post.
Please know that I am grateful, and that I sending loads of love to you and your families.
The mission of my blog is to always try to build bridges, to spread love and compassion, and to be a voice for the voiceless.
Thank you for being a part of that. And thank you for doing all you do to make this world a better place for all living beings.
Love,
Dan
These past few days I keep thinking about a teacher I had in grade school. When I was 10 my father died (my mother had died 4 years earlier). At my father’s funeral I remember sitting by myself in a folding chair all but invisible. Then Miss Griggs came in and I ran to her with my arms open. I spent the entire funeral on her lap even though I was 10 and probably too big. I had to move away and never saw her again but I will never forget her kindness and support the entire time I was her student. I often wonder at the fact that in a room full of extended family I ran to my teacher for comfort. I’m not complaining about my family, I’m just moved by the knowing that my teacher was such a trusted care giver for so long that I just naturally went to her.
ReplyDeleteAt the time we may not realize it but teachers are often the only life saver some us ever have. I applaud your husband. He may not know the level of impact he has on his students but I am confident that he like all teachers touch the lives of so many and help to make us all who we are.
Debbie! Thank you so much. This brought tears to my eyes. I am so grateful you shared this!
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