The tears won't seem to stop.

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Today was really hard. As I sat there, among many people I have loved during my adolescence, I felt like I would never be able to stop crying. And here I am, yet again, crying. I'm going to miss him so much. It's not as if we talked everyday, or even on a regular basis, but he is, and will always be, the best teacher I have ever had. When I say teacher, I am not referring to that just of academics, but a mentor of life. I have learned so much from him. I cannot thank him enough. Even in death, he has taught us all such a great lesson. He didn't lose any battle. Mr Valiente was right. He has showed us all what life can be. What power we have. He showed us the power of love. With love we can do amazing things. We can be strong. He was so strong. He was the bravest person. Is the bravest person. I will never forget him. I just want to be able to let it all out, but it seems that even though I have been crying for days, there is just more yet to come. I've never known anyone who has been so revered and loved as much as him. And why? Because of the love he gave to everyone else. It truly is amazing. I am so happy with my life today. I have learned to love life, in all of it's capacity, because of him. I have learned that we are all so blessed by having the oppurtunity to be alive. This is a gift I will never waste. "The room was full of angels." I believe it, I truly do. I do believe that angels would be waiting for him, to give him the royal entrance into heaven. He deserves that. He deserves so much more than that, I can't even put a measure on how much he deserves. I really wish this day would have come later. That I would be meeting up with all my old classmates a long time down the road, laughing about more old times than we had at our expense today, and thinking, WOW. Time sure did fly. But it's only been a couple of months since I left Royal Palm Beach High School. I loved that school. I loved that faculty, the ones who truly did care about their studends. And Mr. Everitt was, indeed, the leader of the pack. The first day I met him, I knew he was the most wise man I would ever know. I am so lucky to have met him. So blessed. He has guided me so much. I wish I could just hug him one last time and truly say "Thank you." I really do. When I remember Mr. Everitt, I will always remember they way he got so excited when he talked about his beliefs, and questioned mine. He always taught us to be true to ourselves, to figure out who we are, to not let us be defined by just our family.. But by ourselves. Without him, I truly know i would not be who I am today. Thank You. Mr. Everitt, I will always remember they day you yelled at me for putting black hair-dye in my hair. When you told me that you loved your wife so much, and you always told her never to dye her hair which was fading to gray. How you told me that you thought it was so beautiful, and that she was the most beautiful person you had ever known, how you loved the fact that her hair was fading because it was an indication of the years you have shared and how much your love has grown. I will never forget the look in your eyes when you told me that. I know that true love does exist, and I hope one day I am lucky enough to have it. I remember when you used to pick on Brandon, and yell at me for wearing tored jeans to class. Or kept telling me to get as far away as possible, to figure out myself, to give my soul time to figure out what it really wanted. To never rush. To never stop loving to learn. To never stop caring. How you tried to get me to be an Episcopalian (sorry about the spelling) Minister, because I would be a great one, So you said. I know you knew I was crazy, and I loved that. Because you're right. I may be a little insane, but you always told me that you were too. I remember when you called Roberto a "douchebag" when the APUSH and APGOV classes got together in the chorus room during FCAT week. Or when you made us rewind the "Super size me" movie like 10 times so you could hear the part about the woman talking about sex. I used to love to go into your room during the lunch period that I had free and sit and talk to you and Mr. Valiente............ They made me laugh so much. They talked about the craziest things, and always asked me what I thought. You could just tell how much they cared for one another by the way they interacted. I felt like I was a part of something truly special when I was with them. Mr. Everitt, you were the most compassionate person I have ever known. You had a love that will never die. It lives on through everyones lives you have touched. I know you are up there, looking down on me, and probably thinking: "Lisa, do not cry. I'm fine." Or something to that effect but a little stranger probably. I do remember what Rachel was talking about,

"Is love a feeling or an action?"

I remember that debate. I remember that so vividly in my mind like it was an hour ago, and not 2 years ago. Every moment I was in your presence was truly blessed... Even if you were ranting about how 7th period did so much better than us. Pennsyltucky. Black pens. No yawns. No food or drinks exposed. haha. Love is a feeling, a feeling that promotes action. Feelings control everything we do. Love is life. Life is love. You are always going to be alive to me, because you are so greatly a part of who I am. Your love is always inside of me, every second, of every day.

Thank you so much.
You will be missed beyond any words could ever explain. I love you, and always will.
Thank you.