I just discovered that a favorite instructor from my childhood was lost to brain cancer 3 years ago. I lived close enough to my old home-town then, by chance, that I could have even visited before he passed away. I know it didn't just happen but the story is new to me and so my grief begins only now. Of the teachers I was most influenced by in my life, Jim was a wonderful, bright, caring and motivating person. He never knew how much he meant to me at that time in my life, and I never thought I should have told him, until now. I was young enough then that it was hard to put into words what he meant. Hindsight is golden but not very helpful after death. He was my teacher, I also was in clubs he lead after class and he made my life better, more livable even when it was bad elsewhere and I don't think he ever understood. I remember him well and even time (age) and distance cannot take away the pain of loss to me, for this world.
I am Very sad.