My mom called me last night. She knew it would be hard news to hear. “Mr. Schilling died today,” she said. Mr. Schilling, the beloved math teacher of my high school days; Mr. Schilling, the father of a good friend and classmate, David; Mr. Schilling, who battled Parkinson’s died yesterday. My heart is broken and a bolt of fear runs through me, and I cry. Mr. Schilling, I will always remember your humor. Mr. Schilling, I thank you for your patience with this girl who loves words and not math. Mr Schilling, fellow comrade in the battle against Parkinson’s, I will wipe my eyes, put on my gloves and keep fighting this disease. It may win the battle, but we will win the war! Rest In Peace, Mr. Schilling. You were loved.