Just a short post from me today. For the first time, I am straying from the topic of postpartum depression. I just had to get these thoughts off my chest that are weighing heavy and sad on me at the moment….
Today, a Christmas card I had sent to Mr. Roark, my former high school biology teacher (my favorite teacher ever), bounced back (this is the first card that’s ever bounced back in 27 yrs), which gave me a very bad feeling. Without any info on his next of kin, after some digging around on the Internet, I was finally able to confirm that he’d passed away April 24, 2009. I wanted him to still be around to see my book published…I was going to acknowledge/thank him in the Acknowledgments section of my book. Of course, I’m still planning to do so, but [as words fail me]…this is just so sad. 😦
Mr. Roark was my inspiration for taking on such an interest in Biology in high school and college. He was one of the only friends I had in those six dreaded years in high school where, if you’ve read my previous posts, I didn’t really have any friends at all. If it weren’t for him, I might never have made it through those years.
I can’t help but feel regret that I did not keep in closer touch with him. I tried to, but each time I asked him for his email address and telephone number in the Christmas cards I sent him every year, he didn’t give me that info in the Christmas card that he never failed to send back to me. I’m glad I had a chance to see him about a decade or so ago, when he was living in Maryland (which is where he moved after he left New Jersey) and before he moved to Newport News, VA. I’m glad my husband had a chance to meet him then.
I will miss him dearly. The memory of him will always stay close to my heart. I wish I could’ve showed him my book. I would like to think that he would’ve been so proud.