As I get older I'm aware that people in my past are dying, it's sadly a fact of life. I assume that some in my past are gone, others (that I'm not in contact with) maybe still with us. It always comes as a shock when you read that someone from your past has sadly died. This happened to me this week when I came across this
article. It was about my old biology teacher who passed away earlier this month. I remember Mr Houghton as being a strict but fair teacher. I remember we called him 'Mini Hitler' and noticed his jacket pockets were always stuffed with chocolate (he obviously had a sweet tooth). The other quirk was the fact that that he had his signature on a rubber stamp that he used for school reports and when marking work.
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| Picture: tabletennisengland.co.uk/ |
I didn't know about his table tennis coaching, but it's not my thing.
Rest in peace Sir.
4 comments:
its a sad part of getting older...
It is a sad fact of life I'm afraid :(
Even though I'm still a sprightly young thing I found out that one of my teachers passed not long after I left school. She was one of the few really nice ones so it was sad to hear she had gone.
I think it was more a realisation that my past is unravelling, it was always like the past was still there.
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