So here’s a cool thing: I’m sitting at my table at school, working with one of my favorite students, when my cellphone rings. It is my fifth grade teacher, Peravena! Last night I’d found her phone number and called her and left a message – and now she’s calling me back!
I hadn’t heard from Peravena, nor seen her, for probably 30 years – it was amazing to hear her voice again! As I’m telling her what having her as a teacher meant to me – and the impact she had on my life – I’m looking at my student’s face and I find myself tearing up. I feel suspended in time between my teacher and my student.
It was cosmic.
That is all. Carry on then..
I feel exactly what you wrote. A teacher, mentor, friend of 30+ years reconnected with a phone call and three months later her daughter connects with me with news of her death. Surreal suspension of time.