Two months ago today, Callen Fuchs, a former student of mine, passed away when snowboarding in Michigan. He continues to linger, in the best of ways, reminding me to be a better person, to find joy in the everyday, to celebrate life, to live in a way that honors that bright spirit.
I am moved by this sweet post by his sister on his one-month anniversary of leaving this earth. (Is this what most middle-school age boys are like? I don't think so.)
Thinking of the vast span of people Callen touched, those who are mourning his passing, those finding ways to honor and celebrate and cope too.
(Much of my original nattering about Callen occurred in this month.)
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