I wonder if I will ever be happy. As each year passes, I think that’s an end I will never meet. As each year passes, I think I make a little more peace with that thought and just accept it as a reality. I try to make the most of the happy MOMENTS I experience and, in those moments, revel in my fleeting capacity for happiness. I’m sullen and dissatisfied, and you know what? That’s alright.
4 November 2007
Dear Mr. Tiller,
I played for you this morning. Until the day I die, that song will remind me of the “old bald man.” My fondest wish for you is that you have entered your “Haven of Rest” at last. While I know you had some idea, I don’t think you ever truly knew how much you meant to and affected those lucky enough to be a part of your life, especially your students. Leading by example is not an easy task, yet you accomplished it with seeming effortlessness. Your influence reaches far, my beloved teacher. You were loved, you were respected, and you will be sorely missed.
With all fondness,
Julie