I found out that a former student of mine was buried today. He was a deeply troubled boy, one who since leaving us here had so much tragedy in his life. He may [or may not] have been responsible for the fire a few years ago that burned his family home, killing both his parents. He may [or may not] have taken his own life. He was 21.
The sun rose and set in that child when his mother looked at him. Even when he was being ridiculous, exhibiting behavior that we as teachers found unsupportable, it was clear how much she loved him.
Grief. Guilt. Darkness.
It was dark at 4:30 PM today.
And I am profoundly sad.
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