He passed away last week. I didn't realize that that sort of timing would actually happen in real life, though I suppose if it did, it would be inevitable that it would touch me. Though I had seem him just a few weeks ago, spending the day as he worked on his tan and told me about his plans on living forever, I had really wanted to see him again, to tell him "I am a teacher, and it's because of you."
He's gone now, and I am a teacher now, and I'm feeling karmically strange. I can't put my finger on it, but it feels like I inherited something.
