DOUGLAS

Last summer, I enrolled myself in MUS 202, a music history class, with no great expectations. I was simply glad to be in school again. That class turned into something greater than I ever thought it could be. The instructor, Dr. Douglas Bush, was eternally passionate, not just about music history, but the literature and art that went along side it. He spoke softly, taking time to think through his words, delicately talking about Bach and Milton among others. The holiness of the history filled the room. Music 202 became a holy experience.

About six weeks after the term ended, Dr. Bush passed away. 

Life hasn't dealt me a lot of experience with death quite yet. While I am grateful for that, I also find I lack a lot of empathy when others are faced with the loss of loved ones. Even though I wasn't at all close to Dr. Bush, I felt incredibly influenced by his goodness and his passion. 

I didn't realize his influence until I realized I wouldn't have the opportunity to greet him as he walked down the halls, or hear him play the organ. I also didn't realize his affect would be so long lasting until a woman at my work told me that Classical 89 was hosting an Organ Concert in his honor.

My heart melted a bit.

Anyways, I'm writing all of this to demonstrate how amazing people are, how amazing the plan is, how wonderful it is that I can feel love for a person like this. 

Life is wonderful.