Yesterday morning, a beloved teacher at Brandon's High School (and Courtney's former teacher) was killed in a car accident on his way home from my his Aunt's funeral. He leaves behind a wife and two young chldren. His death has been on my mind since it happened and I can't seem to shake it.
What's worse----- watching your loved one die a slow death every day or suddenly wake up to find they have been taken suddenly? Is it better to spend years preparing - or - is it better to have to deal with the sudden shock and then move forward?
There is no better or worse in this scenerio. As much as I am fully aware that death is a part of life, it's accidents like this that make me take a step back and continue to thank God for all the blessing I have. Death, no matter how or when it comes, is a finality that most of us will always be unprepared for.
The teacher I am referring to is Mr. Edward Solosky and one of his students started a "memorial page" on Facebook in his honor.
I believe one of the biggest fears about dying is the fear of being forgotten...to not have left a mark. After reading Mr. Solosky's FB page, it is abundantly clear that he touched the lives of many people he met. The memories shared by students, colleagues and family members gave examples of the lessons he taught which went well beyond the classroom. He left behind a bit of his wisdom and sense of humor. By reading these shared memories, it will be comforting for his wife and two young children to see how deeply he touched the lives of these students (both present and past). No doubt he will not be forgotten. May he RIP.