A long-time colleague of mine died very suddenly last weekend. I’d just spend the Thursday before with him at an all-day workshop. He had been involved, looked good, and all seemed well with him. Two days later he was gone. And so today we will be both remembering and honoring our colleague and remembering and honoring that horrible day eight years ago — September 11, 2001.
It is truly history for my new 4th graders; after all they were babies when it happened. I will have to explain the ladybug theme in the classroom to them — that they are because of 9/11. My 4th graders from that day surely do remember. Now in their final year at our school I’m sure they remember my colleague — a familiar English teacher, advisor, and so much more. So suddenly, like the towers, gone.