Cado

Twelve years ago today, a cute ten year old boy passed away at his home due to a freak accident. For the next few days, his desk sat empty in my classroom. His grave site is some distance away, so I've only visted there once. It was Spring and I was the only person in the whole sacred area. I remember using my water bottle to wash the bird poop off his headstone. Oh, bless that family!

I didn't mention it to any of the other teachers today. But I still remember.