My high school English teacher died this weekend. She taught my moms younger sister and brother in high school and was even teaching at the Mt. Vernon school before they consolidated with Enola, my moms alma mater and my pre-k through 6th grade elementary school. She was a fierce woman who taught me many things. I both adored and feared her. I remember the first time she ever scolded me back in 8th grade before I was taking any of her classes. I had scissors in my locker, “you’re not allowed to have scissors in your locker, what are you thinking?”
I’m glad you’ve moved on from this realm of existence, may your essence vibrate on a more peaceful frequency in a higher dimensional plane.