Goodbye, Mr. Jones
I still haven't finished fixing my blog, but I couldn't help but post. One of the better teachers I had in elementary school has died, and when I saw the obituary, it just stunned me. He was only 57 -- too young to die.It seems like just yesterday that Mr. Jones was getting tears in his eyes as he told my seventh-grade class about the death of John F. Kennedy, and how he had missed an opportunity to meet him in person shortly before Kennedy was killed. Mr. Jones was on the football team and had gotten back from a far-away game in the early hours of the morning. He overslept and missed a bus that would have taken him to see the president. It was something he always regretted.
It also seems like just yesterday that Mr. Jones was teaching us how to diagram sentences. Everyone hated it, but I was the exception. I loved diagramming, and Mr. Jones was so thrilled that a student actually like it.
Mr. Jones, I'm sorry time went by so fast, and that I didn't take the time to send you a note at some point over the years. You'd think I'd have learned my lesson a few months ago when another influential person died. I regret to say that I didn't. Maybe this will be enough to make me stop, think and then send a few notes to people who had such an impact on my life.
Thanks, Mr. Jones, for the memories.
Posted by Layla at 12:35 AM, February 12, 2005
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