As many of you know, I lost my Dad in July. It hurt, still hurts, and I do that thing of thinking of calling or of going to the nursing home to see him, then remember.
However, in early November, there was another loss. I didn’t know or I would have been at the funeral. I won’t go into a name, but he was one of my students. Apparently, he was on a couch and three guys came in the back and one of them shot him and another person. I was told almost 600 people came to the funeral or visitation.
I am just a bit in shock. I used to talk with this student a lot. We got to be, well, friends. I did that with many of my students and they remember that. So do I. He loved playing his guitar and skateboarding. I won’t say he loved school, but he did enjoy being in my class most of the time. We listened to music a lot and I would preach at him about doing something with his life here at school and beyond and he would laugh and just keep on doing his thing.
I had told him we would meet at Pizza Hut some day for lunch and catch up. He never could quite seem to make it. He got mad that he missed it one time I told him not to worry, we would do it again. Now, that’s gone. He probably doesn’t mind now, but I do.
Hey, your friends, your students, your teachers, your family, your church members, and a lot of other groups of people or individuals…say hi, tell them how you feel, … you just…never…know.
Gonna miss you, Guy!