Sure, I have a plethora of topics running through my mind I want write about; new beginnings, relationships, competition, drive, leadership, mediocrity, complacency, advocacy and the list goes on and on. Yet, my mind wanders…I sit. I stare. I pray.
My mind brings me back to The Master’s, Las Vegas, Thornridge, my classroom, your office. I reminisce about the hundreds of trips to games, the countless rounds of golf in the sun, the time we thought our plane was going to crash, or the closed door conversations in your office. The memories of watching you struggle to hit the ball only to be laughing so hard three seconds later as it careens off a rock and hits our playing partners golf cart. When we sang our favorite songs (Hot Child in the City) by the pop machine while doing lunch duty. The moments of joy, laughter, and sorrow we shared always knowing that you had my back while I had yours. Or the last time we talked. It was short and to the point. One hug and an “I Love You”.
You gave me a chance and believed in me long before I was probably ready. You provided me with guidance and support while always challenging me to be a better teacher, administrator, and person. And although your story was cut short long before it should have been, your legacy lives on through the lives of those you taught, worked with, and mentored.
I miss the rounds of golf, the Husker football games, the text messages, and the “you will not believe” what just happened in my office phone calls. God has a plan and I need to trust it. Rest in Peace TJ.
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