Today marks the first anniversary of the death of one of my students.
Shizuku was a bright shining star with a ready smile and an infectious laugh. She was barely 16 years old when she died. I still occasionally look out into my class and expect to see her there. She would have been graduating from high school in about 5 weeks. I’m not sure what else to write, except that I miss her and I know her classmates do, too.
Rest in peace, Shizuku.