Written by my friend Jan Yourist about the passing of a teacher friend. What a beautiful eulogy!
Where does a life, full and rich, wise and perceptive, compassionate and caring, gentle and kind, disappear to? Where does that energy and insight go? How do we cope with that empty space? How do we hold what is so shockingly fleeting? On the classroom's window shade, even the shadow calligraphy is impossible to decipher.
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