I cannot believe that you are gone. I’m sure everyone is saying that, but it’s because we’re all genuinely shocked and angry and sad that this is how it ended. I know you’re rejoicing in our Father’s house, but the rest of us are poorer for having to truck on through life without you.
I didn’t know you well but we became friends thanks to Melinda, and I always felt that our shared career teaching English kept us connected. That, and A.F.I.
Your fervent advocacy for your students inspired me to be better and do better for those who often lack the knowledge or voice of privilege. When Mel told me that you’d passed away last week, my thoughts immediately went to your students. Your loss is going to affect them so much. I hope someone else steps into your shoes of giving a damn about kids that so many other adults have written off.
I’m glad we got to see you as often as we did, though it was never often enough.
May your friends and family rest in God’s comfort and peace, and be joyful in their memories of how awesome a person you were.
Nancy Vasquez, 1974-2019
I write. I design. I cook. I read. I make music. I talk to people -- all kinds of people.
I used to teach and hopefully will do so again someday.
My dream job would be a cross between barrista and consultant, with a large helping of international travel and bohemian wandering through concerts, museums, galleries, and open spaces.
Somewhere back in time, my students started calling me "RameyLady" and the name stuck. I like it. There's a Ramey-man too. He's a much better writer but he seems to be too humble to share it with the world....at least, not yet.