I'm reeling from another reminder of how precious every moment is. My twins came home and informed me that their fourth grade teacher died suddenly this morning, before class. We hugged and had a good cry.
She taught three of my seven children. She should have had more years to hug her children, see her grandchild, and do whatever it is she hoped to do. She spent years teaching and training children. The last thing my kids learned from her was how to make a paper-mache frog.
She will be greatly missed and fondly remembered. And maybe this will remind me, once more, what is really important in my life. Thanks for the one last lesson you taught us all, Mrs. Stahle.
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