To everything, there is a season.

For the past month, I have been putting my energy into getting a position as a math teacher. I've had lots of encouragement from many sources, and that is very appreciated. I was also looking very much forward to telling the good news to Mr. Seiger, one of my favourite teachers from High School. He had ALS, and he's been slowly falling apart for the last several years. I'm sure he would have loved to hear it.

He passed away last week. I didn't realize that that sort of timing would actually happen in real life, though I suppose if it did, it would be inevitable that it would touch me. Though I had seem him just a few weeks ago, spending the day as he worked on his tan and told me about his plans on living forever, I had really wanted to see him again, to tell him "I am a teacher, and it's because of you."

He's gone now, and I am a teacher now, and I'm feeling karmically strange. I can't put my finger on it, but it feels like I inherited something.