Lasts

I now see more lasts than firsts.  When young, one sees the many first coming his way, but as one ages, it is the many lasts you are privileged to see.  The races run, the jobs well done, the tasks accomplished, the relationships you cultivated, and the students who inspired you.  Such was this past weekend, as two inspiring “young punk delinquents” came by to visit.  They were in the last art class I taught at Union.  In them, I was reminded of what a wonderful gift students gave me to have lived a life of such meaning and purpose.  Thank you, Micah and Annabella.