last tuesday, my teacher passed away.

she'd beat the 4 month prognosis by a year and a half. i'm stunned that she fought that long and equally stunned that she is gone.

she was the kind of person who fundamentally changed everything. she was the first person to ever grab me -- to say, this is what you'll do because you have to do it and i am going to help you in every way that i can.

which is exactly what proceeded to happen for the next four years. the tuesday just prior, she got out of bed and gave me a lesson and for the first time in a long time i didnt wonder if it would be the last.

the fact of the matter is that i feel obligated to post something about this but at the moment i just dont understand.

the best explanation for anything at this point would be mompou's canciones y danzas.