When people die, I have a very hard time accepting it. My English teacher of senior year died today. He helped me write my college essays, he brought poetry back into my life. He was one of the most upbeat people I knew. I do not know how else to describe it. He was an amazing person, and I feel so horribly for his wife and children.
English has always been my favorite subject, I am not the best writer but I love to read. Anything from Shakespeare to Harry Potter, if it has a story line I will read it. He re-introduced me to Shakespeare, Folklore, and the gruesome legend of Sleepy Hollow. He reminded me there was a world beyond reality that I can escape to whenever I like.
This man not only taught us, he shared so many stories about his family. Family was his rock, his state of being. The way he spoke about his wife made me dream about what sort of love was out there. The way he joked about his sons made me realize how beautiful family really is. He truly lived his life to the fullest. God bless you Mr. Brush. Say hello to my friends up there.
