We had some sobering news over the weekend. The beloved principal of my kids school was killed in an ATV accident over the weekend. His son, who is a classmate of Lainy's, was in the accident too but is going to okay.
We found out about the accident at church. I guess it had been floating around Facebook, but I hadn't seen it. I wish I had. My kids learned about it from their friends in Primary.
Monday morning we drove up to the school to see this:
Someone had put a bunch of hearts around the fence. The flag was at half-mast.
I went to volunteer in Sam's class Monday morning and barely made it in the door without crying. The staff had helped students draw little notes to Mr. Roberts on the sidewalk. Some kids painted rocks. It was all so sweet. And so very sad.
Throughout the week different restaurants catered meals for teachers. Domino's sent pizza to the whole school for lunch one day. And Broulims donated donuts for every classroom in honor of Mr. Roberts "Random Donut Day". There was a sweet, almost reverent feeling there.
The funeral was Friday. They canceled school so teachers and students could attend. So many people came they opened up an overflow location.
The kids and I decided not to attend the funeral. They had so much support. Instead, we went to the mountains on a little hike. I had heard that Mr. Roberts loved the mountains, so I figured we could pay a small tribute to him there.
All week, I've been overwhelmed with the response of the community, and by the impact one life can have. It's incredible. You are missed, Mr. Roberts.
