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thescarletwomanI just got an email from a good friend of mine from school with horrible news.
My thesis advisor passed away yesterday.
I had planned on going to Cleveland this week to see him one last time.
Yes, in the end we had our differences and I know I was ticked at him -- but still. I spent over a year in his office nearly every day. He, over the course of my thesis, was like a second father to me. When he retired, he pulled me into his office and started giving me box after box of books. Because I needed to start my collection off correctly for grad school (which obviously never happened).
I still remember all of our thesis meetings at the Book & Bean when we got tired of sitting in his office. Me with a mocha whatever and he with his Italian Sodas.
I just can't stop crying.
My thesis advisor passed away yesterday.
I had planned on going to Cleveland this week to see him one last time.
Yes, in the end we had our differences and I know I was ticked at him -- but still. I spent over a year in his office nearly every day. He, over the course of my thesis, was like a second father to me. When he retired, he pulled me into his office and started giving me box after box of books. Because I needed to start my collection off correctly for grad school (which obviously never happened).
I still remember all of our thesis meetings at the Book & Bean when we got tired of sitting in his office. Me with a mocha whatever and he with his Italian Sodas.
I just can't stop crying.
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Date: 2008-01-22 09:31 pm (UTC)I'm so sorry. I remember when one of my favorite teachers passed on, it was so shocking.
Love you sweetie... (It's Faith... in the "other" account.)