I learned that my high school choir director passed away this morning. I'm not sure why it bothers me so much, but it does. By all I've learned, TK enjoyed a happy life with a loving family and a thirty-plus-year career doing exactly what he loved to do.
Several months back, TK was depressed and actually believed that he'd been forgotten and hadn't made a difference in his students' lives. His daughter organized a reunion of sorts with former students in the nursing home courtyard, and it really made his day. It seemed kind of corny to go, but a friend and I went anyway. I'm glad we did. We made TK happy and happened to reconnect with some old friends too.
My sister would have turned 50 this month. Wow.
Next month marks our 20th anniversary in this house.
The kids are good. V makes her confirmation in April. She's in her 6th year of dance classes. B is still playing baseball and is gearing up for the spring season. C is in preschool and takes dance classes too.
Dakota (our 3rd Shedder) is gray around the muzzle and somewhere around ten years of age. Thankfullly she's still healthy and strong. She's such a good girl.
I'm still working midnight shift. There doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day for everyday tasks, let alone Blogging. If all goes well (cross your fingers!) I'll join day work this summer. Hooray for normalcy!
There must be a reckoning
3 years ago
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I was wondering why I had old Concert Choir songs running through my head all morning. Now I know. Rest in Peace, Mr Kloos.
Rest in peace, Mr. Kloos. If think hard enough, I can hear him calling, "Magic time!" as we would head for the stage, or, "I'm not swattin' flies up here, people!" when our timing was off.
Did I tell you he used to introduce me to people as his first second-generation student?
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