Last night, a student I taught two years ago was shot and killed. A 16 year old that could fill any room with laughter and smiles is dead.
I was in another teacher’s class and a student I don’t know said “Mr. W, I’m sad about my friend” “Me too.”
Or after school another student said “This morning I was depressed because of what happened.” “I know, me too.”
Typing this is made it real. He’s gone.
Know that every time I think of you I’ll remember the crazy things you did, then smile and laugh. You deserved so many more years here.
Rest in peace.