You came into my class as a freshman with a wry smile on your face, a bit shy,but with a thirst for knowledge way beyond your years. You were always eager for me to love your stuff and I tried to encourage you the best that I could. As high school rolled by,you asked to be my aide even though you know I hated aides. But you were Meredith and you knew I would say yes. Always a glutton for what you called my tortured sarcasm, a couple more years went by, you sneaking over to chat with Lennie next door or eager to tell me about the latest book - music or your thirty-year-old boyfriend from California who sang in a screamo band. Senior year passed. I was honored when you picked me as your most influential teacher. My wife was in the middle of getting our kids ready for cheer competition, so I missed the program. I also didnt make it to grad to hear your salutatorian address, but you stopped by my room in the modular for an hour to share it with me before hand and to meet your cousin. You went off into the world always ready to squeeze the marrow out of life, whether that meant working at a CSA or studying with a Shamen in a small village in Mexico. You always stopped by or dropped me an email to let me know what was going on. I got a message from Mexico and phone calls from your mom and single-handedly went down and made sure your scholarship to Antioch that was do the very same day was processed and sent in. When I heard the news, I immediately scoured my email to see when you had written me last and it had been a year almost to the day. You were going to do the Walden thing with a backpack and travel to Mexico to study with a Shamen. I guess I didnt really write back because it felt obligatory that you wanted to thank me so much for everything I had done and your Mom had reminded you to do it. I didnt know you were back in town. You hadnt stopped by in a while. We always said we would go and get a coffee, but you were a free spirit and it never came to fruition. You always accused me of being a stoic and having no emotion and I was beginning to think you were right, but Meredith Leigh Martin, you have made me feel more emotion in the last day than I have felt in a long time. I cant believe you wont be stopping by to see me anymore. Ill miss you more than you will ever know. Rest in peace. meaningfulfunerals.net/fh/obituaries/obituary.cfm?o_id=2319430&fh_id=11351
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 09:40:52 +0000
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