I was in the cemetery this evening on my Dad's anniversary, 18 years, though it often feels like he could walk in the door and we would continue the conversation that was cut short by his sudden death. Anyway, whilst there I met a woman who asked me if I knew where a particular person's grave was. She explained that this lady had been her teacher and she had fond memories of her and had intended for the 6 years since her death to visit her grave. It's a local cemetry so I was able to take her to the grave. She explained that she liked school and most of her teachers but said that this lady added a bit of excitement and adventure to her life as a student for which she was so grateful..maybe I soft on the day that was in it, but that short encounter made me quite emotional.