Usually on Friday afternoons, the staff at my school has the weekly staff meeting where we discuss any and all things related to our little charter school community. Today we had no meeting. Instead, several of us went to a funeral.
One of the families that has been part of our school community since day one had a tragic loss last weekend. The father of four of our children (and the ex-husband of one of our colleagues) was gunned down early Sunday morning. He was 46. My heart goes out to those kids and I even cried at the service. I only taught 2 of the 4 kids, but they quickly became by far my favorite students. I know teachers aren't supposed to have favorites, but I couldn't help it. They touched my heart. Now I wish I could give it to them to help heal their own.
Wherever you are, take a moment to tell the people that make a difference in your life how much you love them, because as the pastor said at the service, we only have one life to live.