Who are you when you leave the institution?
A name lost in files,
a broken bridge,
a constant connection,
a name found in the heart.
As professional spirits, we cannot listen when we are gone, but this funeral does allow us to be reborn and respond to the past to protect the future.
Colleagues & strangers,
it is with a saddened heart that….
this eulogical sensation weighs on us. However, it is this afterlife that allows expectations to be coffined and silences the whispers working to force reputations into decomposition.
We all know the impact that this person made on the students….
but the controversial disagreements made the environment as warm and uncomfortable as a retort. The students did not notice, but often, they’re the ones who are burnt in the process.
One time stands out to me….
that the passion to advocate for students could still be found in the belongings left in the office. It is still possible to collect memories that transcend the mind and awaken the soul.
These sleepless nights have begun to create unfortunate hallucinations….
that have become nightmares on campus. All genuine existence is gone and skeletons of the past possess the current educational generation.
It is unfair to be taken so soon, but we must continue….
to persevere through misinterpretations and forgetting that students are at the center of the heart.
Please bow your heads and share a moment of silence….
that the administration gives to students and personnel who want to see change. Consequently, ghosts provide no substance to the committee or Board of Trustees.
Our President, who art in the office,
hallowed be thy title,
thy institution come,
thy will be done,
on campus as it is in the state.
Give us this day our daily Chronicle.
And forgive us our biases,
as we forgive those
who stereotype against us.
And lead us not into oppression,
but deliver us from privilege.
For thine is the campus,
and the education, and the recognition,
for ever and ever.
Do not live to be remembered, work to not be forgotten. But who am I?