15 November, 2011

Requiem


My aunt passed away yesterday.  She wasn't famous, she wasn't well known, but to many she was inspirational.

She reached the venerable age of 101, having spent more than 40 years working in Baltimore City Public Schools as a teacher, counselor, and principal. At a time when most women married, stayed home and raised a family, she put herself through college and dedicated herself to guiding more than one generation through the capricious, erratic maze of grammar, middle and high school. 

Her life centered around family, church and community, and her dedication to all three was unquestionable.  In 2008 she was honored at the Johns Hopkins University Leadership conference for her contributions to education.

For the last several years, she had been confined to a wheelchair and suffered from a neurological problem which affected her ability to speak - both of which frustrated her immensely.  Her mind remained sharp, but her body failed her time and time again.

She was, and is, an unsung hero like so many others who pass through our lives, unnoticed, unrecognized, yet leaving their mark and blessing on all those they meet.

RIP, Aunt Rosealba

In teaching you cannot see the fruit of a day’s work. 
It is invisible and remains so, maybe for twenty years.
– Jacques Barzun

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