To Mr. Hague: friend, chemistry teacher, mentor, fighter, hero.
You were always so strong. A real fighter. I have admired you so much
in the time that we have known each other. Whenever I felt overwhelmed
by school or personal loss, I looked at you and realized that your fight
was so much harder. You were not only fighting for yourself. You were
fighting for your family, for me, for your classes, for your school.
I have never known such a strong-willed person.
You told us that you thought our class would get more 5s on the AP
test. I think we will, and we will know when school begins again. And
it will begin again. It will never be the same without you. I miss your
corny jokes in class. I miss your booming voice echoing down the science
building. I miss the stories you tell over and over. I miss the harmless
ridicule that you dish out to your students every day. I miss being
called one of the "DK brothers." I miss Captain Chemistry.
Nothing will be the same without you, but everything will go on.
I think you are still here. Maybe not physicially, but mentally and
spiritually. You still have not given up. You are still fighting. And
you are fighting through us. Fighting to help us achieve what you always
knew we could. Fighting to help us become what we could only dream of
becoming. Fighting to help us grow. Just as you did in life, you continue
to help us in your death. Thank you, my friend. I will fight.