What was the use of talking about some new revolution putting all things right, when the change must come, if come it did, with astronomical slowness, like the cooling of the sun?
William Butler Yeats
Last night out of nowhere I got an e-mail from AW telling me that one of his classmates from the class of 1988 had died, and the funeral is today. He was talking about Megan M******t, who happens to be one of my all time favorite students. She had breast cancer for about two years and finally lost her battle with it. It is always difficult to learn of former students passing, but Megan's death was like a fist punch to my chest. I can hear her voice and laughter and intensity. What awful news, what a great gal she was.