Angels Cry When A Teacher Dies

Teachers are not made, they are born. They come into this world to share and care, and to shape and mold. It is their calling, and they have no choice but to teach. So they teach. In schools big and small, districts rich and poor, and they send forth the products of their endeavor as better citizens. Sadly, teachers age and pass away, but never are they forgotten. They live on in every student that has passed before them.

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 1138778926In loving memory of my Aunt: Estelle Spounias, daughter, sister, niece, aunt, mother, grandmother, great grandmother, and teacher.

(1929 -2016) 

 

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