When I try to describe death the only word that comes to mind is final.
My little hometown of Troy, Missouri lost a great man today. For those that do not know, our high school psychology teacher has been battling pancreatic cancer for the past year. A month or so ago, a high school class started a hashtag trend of #TheMixMovement. Hundreds of dollars have been raised by the community and neighboring communities in the county. The hashtag was even spread worldwide. This teacher was not just a teacher, but a mentor, friend, husband, father, hero and most recognized an inspiration. He inspired students to go above and beyond what they are capable of. Of course, he was a phenomenal teacher as well. Every student looked forward to going to his class to see what vidya (video) he was going to play that day. But today, we lost that kind man.
Yes, his memory will forever live on in the hearts of his students, family, friends, co-workers, ect. But he will no longer be with us on this earth. That is a concept that is so hard to wrap my head around. Death is so final. Lives end and we will never see those people again.
I lost 3 grandparents within 6 months around this time during my junior year of high school. That was a mere 2 years ago and to this day I still expect them to come walking through the door any minute. It breaks my heart to know that they just aren’t here anymore. I have such realistic dreams of them coming back to see me, but I know it won’t be that way when I wake up. They are gone.
And it’s not goodbye. I don’t think I could say goodbye. It’s only until next time. I know I will see them again somewhere. Until then, I know they are watching over me. Their bodies may be gone, but their spirits are still with us. Death may be very final, but it also gives Heaven a chance to be gifted with more angels. I know I have my guardian angels up there watching over me and now I know Mr. Mix is as well.