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Oh Man. My dad really thinks I am a huge deal on the internet and that Tumblr (not just #education) is an army of teachers.

He meets people with sons or daughters that are teachers or studying to be teachers and he goes on and on about Tumblr and how its this thing for teachers that he doesn’t understand but that I am like the mayor.  Then he calls me and asks me if they can contact me so I can tell them about tumblr.

Tumblr isn’t what you think it is dad.  And I’m not really that big of a deal.

He just keeps forgetting.

It is hard to explain social media to a guy who still has difficulty with cut and paste.

"They seek each other out, these people of such specific like mind. They tell of how they found the circus, how those first few steps were like magic. Like stepping into a fairy tale under a curtain of stars. They pontificate upon the fluffiness of the popcorn, the sweetness of the chocolate. They spend hours discussing the quality of the light, the heat of the bonfire. They sit over their drinks smiling like children and relish being surrounded by kindred spirits, if only for an evening. When they depart, they shake hands and embrace like old friends, even if they have only just met, and as they go their separate ways they feel less alone than they had before."

Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

This is how I have felt after meeting up with some fellow tumblrs.

I am not sure how to write this post.

My cousin Pat died.  He loved the outdoors.  He laughed in fear’s face.   He discovered rock climbing at a young age.  He made beautiful wood furniture by hand.  Pat was an avid reader and we discussed our favorite books often around the campfire.  He was the only relative besides my mom that never made me feel silly for loving Harry Potter so much.   I remember when I was reading Deathly Hallows in Niagra, Pat slammed his finger on the page and said, “THAT.  THAT right there.  That’s where everyone keeps getting confused.  Read it carefully.”  It was the part about how the elder wand ended up with Harry.  He gave the best shoulder rubs. He would tell everyone that they looked fine and mean it. And even though he was closer to my mom’s age than mine, he always pulled my hand or got my attention and said, “C’mon, let’s get away from the adults.”

I still have a hard time in the mornings believing that he is gone.  I can’t picture a world without Pat, yet, here we are.  Spending time with my family both broke my heart and helped me heal a little.  But, my heart will always be a little heavier.  

Tumblr, you have been a great comfort to me.  I always try to help others, but haven’t always felt it in return.  And, I don’t help to get things in return — I do it because I care and it is the right thing to do.  So, I didn’t really expect anyone to help me out with the cost of my flight — it is not the kind of thing TO expect.  Especially not from a bunch of people you’ve never met.  I also never would’ve asked. I’ll ask until I’m blue in the face for things for my students, but for you all to help me with a personal matter, well it meant a lot.

I won’t lie and say that when I saw the post I didn’t secretly hope that a millionaire or David Karp would see it and pay off the remaining amount, but the portion that you were able to help with is amazing.  The $580 covered more than half of my flight.  Without that help, I would not have been able to afford a rental car and my aunt and uncle would have had to drive an hour to the airport to pick me up late at night.   Instead, I drove myself and was available to run errands and drive the immediate family of Pat’s sister around. I also was able to buy my aunt and Pat’s sister lunch and purchase a number of last minute groceries that were needed.   Thank you for allowing me to be the kind of family member I know we all want to be.

With that being said, I want to tell you:

Life is short.  Make it an adventure.  Pat went after adventures and was the biggest supporter of my bucket list.  I’m already putting in motion checking off a few more in the next few months in Pat’s honor.

Enjoy the simple things.  Pat lived in the woods in a log cabin that is heated by a wood stove.   Home was his slice of heaven.

Be the kind of friend that makes all the people at your funeral have a funny  and endearing story to tell.

And those people in your life that have made you who you are and who you appreciate so much — make sure you tell them often.