Rest In Peace, Mr. M.

I just found out today that one of my favorite teachers from elementary school died last month. I was skulking around on facebook, checking in on one of my groups. Someone posted to the wall that Mr. M– had unexpectedly died last month. I simply can’t believe it. Mr. M–, which is what he called himself from time to time, was one of my favorite teachers from back then. Probably because he was the music teacher and ran the choir. I saw him every Sunday at mass, and although he never gave me the solo at Christmas, I thought that he was so cool. When he was able to actually teach the class (because he was also the church’s music director), he taught more than just music. I still remember the day that he warned us against Me-itis. He had just come from teaching the 8th grade (about a month before they graduated), and told us that we shouldn’t act superior when we got to where they were because he didn’t want us to screw ourselves over the way that he did.

Wherever you are Mr. M., I hope you know that you will be missed–and that Amazing Grace is still one of my favorite songs.