Thank you for all the support, guys. You know who you are.

One of my most beloved high school teachers passed away very suddenly on the weekend. I know it sounds absurd to say that I’m feeling at my lowest right now. It feels selfish. As if somehow I’m more important than any of her close, personal friends or god forbid, her husband of only a year.

But if you’ve read A Tale of Three Mugs you’d know how important high school was to me. So important that last night, I found myself tossing and turning, unable to sleep because it felt like a part of my past was gone. Poof. Just like that.

And suddenly, I was left grasping for memories that were no longer there.

I know, god, I know I wasn’t the only one. Hundreds of other students are mourning; friends and family by the dozen. I feel wrong. Self-centered. As if now, there’s nothing left of her but these tiny crumbs. And I’m just greedily lapping them up — not thinking that other students, other family and friends — better ones than me — they may be suffering as well. But I just can’t help it. I loved her.

I’ve handled death in the past. Three funerals in the last three years. But this one is the hardest to bear.

Of course, it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

I was supposed to finish school and then return, so I could see the expression on her face. You know? That expression when she’d realized I’d finally done what I’d set out to do all those years ago. But now none of that’s going to happen.

She’ll never, ever know.