In April, my mom called me with the news that my high school
chemistry teacher, Mr. Metcalfe, who was rounding out his 42nd
year of teaching, had died from COVID-19. I knew him from class,
of course, but I also went to school with his son for 13
years and his family attended my grandparent’s church.
He was respected, loved and honored for his excellent teaching.
His funeral was an all-day parade of cars through the high school
parking lot, where community members waved and shouted
condolences to his family. My mom said the cars stretched down
the street for miles.