I just learned that a colleague and friend has passed away. She had many ailments and fell earlier this year, after the school year had begun. The complications from her fall combined with her other health issues ended in her death yesterday. I never got to visit her to say goodbye.
She was an amazingly humble human being, supportive in every way, genuinely interested in the people around her, authentic in all her interactions, remarkably even-handed. Her work at the school was her life, her focus, her mission. She was inspired and inspiring. She demonstrated commitment and good humor and keen intelligence. And now she is gone. Just like that. Vanished.
Where does a life, full and rich, wise and perceptive, compassionate and caring, gentle and kind, disappear to? Where does that energy and insight go? How do we cope with that empty space? How do we hold what is so shockingly fleeting? On the classroom’s window shade, even the shadow calligraphy is impossible to decipher.