dear my teacher

“Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they have never failed to imitate them.” 
― James Baldwin

I got an email from my mother the other day, that my piano teacher passed away due to cancer. She was only in her 70s.  And she was a fighter. The news hit me out of nowhere. The fact is that I haven't seen her in over a decade. She was one of those people who seem to be there for you no matter what, just like parents. But now she is gone. 

I started playing piano when I was 3, kept going till 18, almost when I finished high school. She was also the owner of my pre-school. She was the bright sunshine. The pre-school was full of music, arts, activities, friendship, love and creativities. She made sure that kids have these environments. She made sure that every kids develop their individuality and authenticity. She created community. I loved her so much. There were many piano teachers in this school. But I refused to take lessons if it weren't with her. And I knew that she loved me too. She believed in me. She taught me to work hard for my art. She taught me how to be patient with my art, and I will always be learning this. She taught me the value of smile. She taught me love. She taught me to laugh, smile and have fun. She taught me to be bold with my own art. She taught me to express with my own uniqueness. I owe her so much and I didn't even get to say goodbye or thank you. 

My parents went to her memorial for me. In the email from my father he said, "her son will take over the school and her will. He will become just as great as she was". I thought that was the most beautiful thing. Her grandchildren sang. There were many of her students. I was there in spirit. She was a bright sunshine that never disappear. And I will always love her. 

Love, hope, faith