No one is ever ready to lose a child, and that goes for teachers too. Work was hard today, on top of my own sadness - working one on one with the student for two and a half, going on three, years forms a bond like family - everyone else that had taught him, and knew him were in various states of shock, mourning, sorrow, and looking toward me to share their feelings with. It was a weight, but it isn't a burden. It was a honor to have shared the journey with the young man, and the ending of that journey is also a part of the journey. Other people will take the legacy forward now. But that doesn't mean my own sadness and grief is any less. I grieve for his loss, but also for the pain his family must be feeling right now, because I feel close to them too.
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