When I look in my heart, I find you there!
When I meet 90 new students next week, I’ll see you in those looks of expectation and curiosity.
When I come into my home, I see you in a Haiti painting.
When I am too weary with the world in its meanness and delusion, I take refuge in your kindness and aspiration.
When one of my students “likes” an old photo of Mev, I see you in that photo.
When I feel my age, I recall that image of you and your sister sprinting like Olympic champions going west on Laclede in the early morning.
How many people you will touch!
How many people will touch you!
How many truths you will discover!
How many yous you will discover!