07/22/2015
Mrs. Langham. I don't know if you remember me from up above but by far you were always my favorite teacher and you were just gone too soon. I still remember how much you loved cats. I remember how you would always read Junie B. Jones books to our class. The other day I was baby sitting my nephew and I put on some of the nap time music you would always play so I could get him to go to sleep. He told me "this is the music mrs. Baker would play!" I wish he could've had you as a kindergarten teacher. Every time I walk on the Sutton school campus, I always look at your memorial bench right in front of your classroom and I tell you what, Mrs. Langham, a million of flash backs just run through my head. I don't have very good memory but when it comes to you, I always seem to remember some moments eerily clearly. One of my favorite memories that I will never forget is when you would see me in the halls throughout my years at Sutton and you would always give me a hug and say "there's my favorite girl." You're the one who helped me start my glow in the dark star collection in my room. I would always get them out of your treasure box and since then, my room is covering in them and not a day goes by that I don't think of you in the middle of the night while I just gaze at them on my bed. Fourth grade was the year I got my first heart break and it wasn't from a boy. It was when Mrs. Roy announced your passing and I immediately broke down into tears and my little 10 year old heart was crushed. I feel like I was the one who took it harder than any other student in Mrs. Fletcher's class. Mrs. Roy had to pull me out of class because it was just that bad on my part. After school Mrs. Fletcher had walked me to my car because I needed comforting on my walk to the Asian market next to the school. As I got in my truck and I told my dad about your passing, I couldn't fight back the tears. I went home broken hearted that day. The next day I believe it was your funeral, but I just couldn't go. I didn't go to school either. I think there's been a few times when o would take some papers to the attendance office that I would make an excuse to head towards your classroom just to walk in front of it. Even throughout my 5th and 6th grade years I'd walk past it and couldn't help but look at the paintings on the wall and just think to myself that at one point you hung paintings up there. I can remember feeling that Sutton just wasn't the same. I don't go visit you as often as should and I wish I could. I always tell myself I'm going to visit your grave sometime but I just never do. I will this weekend. I will. I miss you. I know you won't read this personally and I don't know who will but I hope you haven't forgotten about me throughout the years. I'll be turning 18 next year. I graduate in 2017. I try my best in school. I'm hoping to graduate with honors. I plan to go to college and study radiology and get my bachelors degree or higher if the good lords allows me. I plan to join the national guard as well, Mrs. Langham. Things have been difficult in my life lately but I'm trying as hard as I can to make it. I'm trying hard not to tear up here, Mrs. Langham. I still miss you. I hope your family is doing great. I miss you. Forever you will be in my heart.
-Denise Quirarte kindergarten class of 2004-2005
