One of the hardest things about being a teacher is when you lose a student. Last Friday, one of the nicest kids I've known was killed in a car accident. I've lost 4 students in the 9 years that I've been teaching. 3 of them have been to car accidents. I've gone to all of the wakes. No one should ever have to bury their own child.
Last night, I went at 7 PM. I got into the long line of faculty, friends, and family to pay my respects. He was on the bowling team. Bowling teams from our conference came to pay their respects. It was amazing. I didn't get up to say good-bye to him until 8:30, that's how long the line was. I lost it when I got up to his casket, just like I did a few years ago when I lost another young man to a car accident.
It's so hard to say good-bye. Rest In Peace, Eric. I'll miss you.