my really really good Japanese teacher in high school
passed away this morning.
of cause, I didn't expect.
my high school year's of home room teacher phoned me
this afternoon and told me about it.
I suppose to back to my hometown, Aichi.
but I didn't .
actually I had a choice, not the same as when my grand father's.
I cannot take this happen easily.
and at same time, I thought if I were there, I would have taken
this fact more shortly.
I feel so weird now.
I just cannot stop thinking about him.
my memory in high school was just good,
I mean, too good.
he told me a lot, A LOT.
I just loved his class.
he is a just super good Japanese teacher ever.
he was always thinking about students.
he made me laugh so hardly.
I cannot forget about the time he read a story "羅生門" once.
his way to read was so good and I just loved that story.
I soon be realized this is the fact and cannot keep my eyes off to this fact.
I don't know how long does it take to be understand to my mind.