FAREWELL

Today I was made aware about the death of an educator who've been a part of my (and hundreds even thousands of other people's) golden highschool life. She took us under her for not more than a meeting for a reason I cannot remember anymore. But she was always there for the school-for us. She was ever present during the traditional Flag Raising Ceremony.

To know about her death is discovering that there'll be less gardeners for the young minds that have been planted in our Alma Mater. There'll be lesser cultivators of youthful greatness, of hopeful dreams and brave hearts.

But no one can deny that her life as a teacher, as a public servant, as a mentor was not wasted. For in the curves and contours of the Philippines, I know that her teachings, and her life was and is being used as an inspiration by the very students she has inspired.

To borrow the words of Henry Adams, "A teacher affects eternity. He never knows where his influence stops".

This is for you.

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HOME

Don't worry about the students

you'll never get to teach.

For you have done

more than wha

t was asked of you.

Do not ever worry

about the young adults

you'll never meet.

For the ones you've taught will

do it the way you taught them to.

Embrace the victory

that you have achieved.

You have affected a lot

of people by your life.

And death is nothing

compared to the lives

you've touched.

Your journey now

does not involve the

students you dearly love.

Now you are destined

to meet your one and

only educator 

and creator and master.

With him you'll

need nothing else.

You are going back home.

He is Home.