I was baking some bread and felt like I needed to take some over and have a little visit. She invited me in and thanked me for the bread, and then we sat and talked for an hour. There were tears as she related how up and down her emotions still are, but how glad she is for her high school biology students which have shown her unending love and compassion during the month. Cards, photos, gifts.
And then she showed me the Willow figurine she was given by a couple of fellow-teachers, showing a mother hugging her young son.
"Oh, look how much the boy looks like B! Same skin coloring and hair color," I said.
"I painted it," she responded. "It just wasn't right that he had blond hair."
And that is why I love her.