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One of the instructors at my dojo died in a car accident tuesday evening.
He was a buddy, about the friendliest guy you'd ever meet, and he loved teaching martial arts.
Everyone at the school is taking it in varying ways, most of it involving tears, but for some reason, when I think that I won't ever see him again or pass out fliers with him or grumble and curse at him when he makes us do yet another set of push ups, I feel a bit remorseful, but there's none of the crippling grief that everyone else seems to be experiencing.
And I'm not sure how to respond to that.
In other news, I seem to have forgotten my phone.
(EDIT: for the curious, yesterday night's post was in reference to this)
He was a buddy, about the friendliest guy you'd ever meet, and he loved teaching martial arts.
Everyone at the school is taking it in varying ways, most of it involving tears, but for some reason, when I think that I won't ever see him again or pass out fliers with him or grumble and curse at him when he makes us do yet another set of push ups, I feel a bit remorseful, but there's none of the crippling grief that everyone else seems to be experiencing.
And I'm not sure how to respond to that.
In other news, I seem to have forgotten my phone.
(EDIT: for the curious, yesterday night's post was in reference to this)