My Fourth Grade Teacher

I went to the funeral visitation of my fourth grade teacher today. She died of natural causes at the age of 102. One of her sons said she was not on any medication. I thought I would be one of the eldest of her students at the funeral home. Imagine my surprise when I saw many students, much older than I. My husband reminded me that she could have an 81 year-old student still surviving. That is just too much to fathom. As a teacher I wonder if any of my students will come to my visitation. Many of them already think of me as ancient. It would be interesting to hear what they would say about me. On the other hand, I would rather not know.