Goodbye Richard. A teacher I taught with for the past four years has died of brain cancer. It was quick. He retired last year and died this past week. I cannot describe Richard to you, you'd just have to know him. He was polarizing to say the least, but somehow I always loved him. He was the type of guy who would show up ten minutes late to a meeting, complain the whole time about the meeting, yet drag it out for twenty minutes with his complaints. He always seemed to have a copy of the Constitution. He had a Supreme Court anecdote for everything. His students had a fondness for mimicking him. Whenever a student would get rowdy (which was not often), another student would stand up and say, "to the porch!" Richard had a ramp to his door that he called, "the porch" and he would send students there for timeout. Several teachers at our school probably thought he was just a grumpy old man. He wasn't. He was clever, funny, and caring. He took me under his wing when I came to this campus. He told me who I could gossip with and who I couldn't. He was a mentor and a confidant. I just can't get over this death thing.
Richard loved to teach the Civil War. He said it was the darkest time in US history, yet the most beautiful as well, sorta like Richard.
I miss you Richard.