Sunday, October 25, 2015

Alcohol

Alcohol

It gives you a voice and courage to speak
So you’re no longer weary, mild or meek.

You’re funny and friendly, charming the crowd
until you become wild, crazy and loud

Instantly you change, you’re violent and mean
No longer a garrulous, charming machine

Now the only one who’s having a ball
are you and your best friend…alcohol!

His Final Game

His Final Game

The crowd gets loud and shouts his name
His last at bat, his final game
My mind calls time out as he approaches the plate
I take it all in, as I recreate

His first pair of cleats and that brand new glove
A shiny new bat and a heart full of love
From T-Ball to hitting his first home run
Baseball has been a whole lot of fun

Over the years, baseball friends we do treasure
Time at the diamond was always a pleasure
My time out is over as I sit and wait
For the pitch that will ultimately determine his fate

The crack of the bat as it hits the ball
That sails right over the center field wall
The crowd gets louder as they shout his name
His last at bat, his final game…

Sunday, October 11, 2015

The Brightest Star

The Brightest Star
Remembering Daniel

The most important thing a teacher can do, is build a positive relationship with students.  That’s exactly what I tried to do each year when a new group of third graders entered my classroom.  All of my students are special and even today, I could tell you why each one is special to me.  When Daniel walked through the door, his smile lit up the room!  He had the most amazing smile and he knew it.  He was a good student but had a lot of difficulty telling the truth when he would make a poor choice.  We spent the whole year, working on the importance of honesty and telling the truth.  His parents were very supportive as we worked through this important lesson and by the end of the year, I knew that when I asked Daniel a question about anything at all, he was telling the truth because he understood how important it was to do so. 

At the end of that school year, I was presented with an amazing opportunity.  There was a fourth grade opening and I asked if I could move to fourth grade and take my class with me.  My new principal said I could take them with me if I called every parent and they agreed.  Whew!  Talk about pressure…The first family that I called was Daniel’s.  His father answered and I remember being nervous on the phone.  As soon as I finished my “spiel”, his father thanked me for calling him and said of course he could go to fourth grade with me.

Fourth grade was another amazing year with this class and by the end of the year, it was REALLY hard to let them go.  The bond that we had was very deep after two years together and there wasn’t a dry eye in the room on the last day of school. 

Fortunately, Daniel and I stayed in touch all the way through his high school years.  I remember so well when he would come to see me (and I was at a different school then).  His smile could still light up the room when he walked through the door!  Right before graduation, he brought his mom with him to see me again.  I remember the two of us talking about how proud we were of him.  Of course I said that I was glad he was still telling the truth and the three of us laughed! 

Daniel was accepted to a college that was several hours away and I was so proud of him for his hard work!  He was doing well until that awful October day when his heart couldn’t go anymore and it gave out when he was with his friends at school.  There were no toxins in his body. He just died much too early and much too young.  The day that I received that call was one of the worst days of my life.  I was so distraught and I missed him so much.  I thought back to third and fourth grade and watching him learn to tell the truth.  The tears seemed like they would never end and my heart felt like it would never be whole again.

At his funeral, I sat with my former principal who cried along with me. She was Daniel’s principal through the third grade and she came to the funeral for his family and for me.  I am grateful to this day for the way that she handled everything. 

At Christmas time that year, I still felt sad. The local hospital had a love light tree where you could give a love light in honor or in memory of someone.  I gave one in memory of Daniel.   After elementary school, Daniel’s parents divorced and his mother remarried.  I wasn’t sure if anyone from his family would be there.  You can imagine my surprise when I walked in and saw his entire family sitting together; his mother, his father and his two brothers.  I think they needed this too.  When we walked outside to see the tree light up for the first time, we stood there staring at the plethora of beautiful lights on the tree.  Daniel’s father pointed to a light close to the top, making sure we could all see the one he was referring to.  Then he said that it was Daniel’s because it was the brightest. 


I think of Daniel often and while I know that I taught him many things over the years, I’d be foolish to believe that it was just one way.  There are many things that I learned from Daniel.  He taught me that a smile is one of the most precious gifts someone can give to another and he taught me how precious life is and how quickly it can be taken away.   I know that when I look up in the sky and I see the brightest star, its Daniel smiling down at me, letting me know everything is going to be okay…