I liked most of my teachers at high school. There were probably three who have stuck in my head all these years and truly influenced me later in life; and one in particular: Joanne Mayhew. She taught classics and Latin and it’s thanks to her that I am able to wander knowledgably around museums of antiquity, can figure out words I haven’t necessarily seen before from their Latin roots, write succinct emails and memos, and most importantly, know what the sentence Caecilius est pater means (IYKYK).
I saw her for the first time in years about 6 months ago, and yesterday, I found out she died. Her Celebration of Life is being held near Windsor and remarkably, my itinerary takes me to within 20 minutes of the service that very day, so I’m planning on attending – the universe clearly meant for me to be there.
Salve.