I can’t stop thinking today about my friend Jan, who died nearly seven years ago.
She taught music at my school and lived two houses down the street from me. We shared walks, meals, and moments.
A teacher always, she started each class with “ponder this.” Why do we climb mountains? Can there be justice? What is joy? She’d ask her students to think and respond. And if their discussions took longer than she’d planned, fine.
Jan began the first choir at our school, sharing her beautiful voice with all of us and inspiring her students to share theirs. But she was so much more than her voice. Today I ponder how far our influence can travel and the impact it can have.
I hope she knew how much she was loved.