I rarely use Spitty's blog for any purpose other than allowing him to relate his adventures as he navigates his little world and critiques me, his Human.
But today is different.
We all woke this morning to news of terrorism in Orlando, Florida. The senseless deaths of so many innocents is a national tragedy.
Yet, that is not what prompts me to write today. No, what is on my mind is a different, closer tragedy: the death Friday night of one of our seniors, a kind and bright and beautiful young woman whose name I read at our graduation ceremony June 3, along with 61 of her classmates, her Spartan sisters. She and her boyfriend died in a horrific car crash, ejected from a car driven by another young man, going 90 mph on a street in South San Francisco. The driver survived and will face terrible charges for the deaths he caused, but none of that changes what has already happened. Our student, full of happiness, and excitement, and promise a mere week ago, is gone before she really had a life at all.
The cliches of death fail at times like this; no platitudes like "Well, he lived a wonderful long life..." or "Well, at least she isn't suffering anymore..." leap to mind or tongue. There is just a great yawning void where once stood a vibrant girl on the brink of her adult life. The loss to her family is immeasurable.
In my 42 years as a teacher and administrator, a handful of students have died. Each loss brings great sorrow for a life cut brutally short by illness, suicide, accident. There's nothing for it but to cherish and care for the others and try to learn anew whatever hard lessons the Universe is teaching.
Spitty will be back tomorrow.