Nothing random about today’s neuron firings.
I found out yesterday morning that one of my former students — she posted here at RtB once or twice as “A Nonny Mouse” (here and here) — passed away. She was very close to a young colleague, who is struggling right now, as are many close friends this girl had throughout high school.
She was a poet, a musician, a thinker, a writer, a cynic. So incredibly wise — and sad — for her 20 short years on earth.
I have decided to redouble my efforts to recognize and act on the smallest sign from any teenager who might be considering suicide. I’m sad that it took something like this to shake me awake to this issue, but I have smelled the coffee. All of us who spend our days with 12-18-year-olds need to be more vigilant.
May the choir of Angels greet you,
and like Lazarus, who once was a poor man,
may you have eternal rest. — In Paradisum, The Gregorian Missal
Rest now, Jessica.