Over the course of the average lifetime you meet a lot of people. Some of them stick with you through thick and thin. Some weave their way through your life and disappear forever. But once in a while someone comes along who earns a permanent place in your heart.
Teachers never die. They live in your memory forever. They were there when you arrived, they were there when you left. Like fixtures. Once in a while they taught you something. But not that often. And, you never really knew them, any more than they knew you. Still, for awhile, you believed in them. And, if you were lucky, maybe there was one who believed in you.
That late September afternoon a lot of things happened. Maybe more than I knew. Because that afternoon, when my parents took me to college, they didn’t just drive me there, they let me go. Maybe that’s how it had to be. Children leave. And parents stay behind. Still, some things are deeper than time and distance, and your parents will always be your parents. And they will always leave a light on for you, when you’re supposed to come home.
When you’re a little kid you’re a bit of everything; Scientist, Philosopher, Artist. Sometimes it seems like growing up is giving these things up one at a time.