Beautiful Feet

Feeling Insensitive

A teacher whose office was a few feet from mine passed away this weekend. Apparently she had a stroke around the beginning of December and had a second one on Sunday.

It's kind of weird because I haven't known a whole lot of people who have died. I mean, there was a guy I played baseball with and a guy that I played football with, but we weren't ever close and we were especially not close when they died. There was a guy that I went to church with back in Owasso, but I didn't really know him either.

My great-grandpa died when I was in junior high, but he thought I was Lou Gehrig by the time he died, so I was somewhat disconnected.

I met my great aunt on my honeymoon, and she died a couple of months later. Again, I wasn't really close to her.

In fact, I had probably spoken more with this teacher than any of the above people. She was always asking me questions about grammar or borrowing books, and well, she had borrowed a book before break. I figured I'd get it back when I got home from Spokane.

My boss gave me the keys to her office, and had me look through a few boxes. And it made me feel guilty. I mean, she would have wanted me to have my book back, but honestly, I didn't really care much about the book.

As I was going through the boxes, I came across a Bible. It looked like it had never been opened. It probably hadn't been opened. She was a real "spiritual" woman (i.e. she was into everything...she was really into New Age stuff). *sigh*

A writer-in-residence, Brian Salvatori, from The New Yorker will be taking her office. I read an article of his once. On the history of baseball. I feel like I'm in a movie.

The gold is in the ink, silly.

Posted by Rick at January 10, 2005 10:56 AM