RIP. Mr. Mckellar. - The sad ending to a "happy" life.

So recently, I finished sixth form. so far the best two years of my life. I loved my teachers, the lessons, the joking around in the newly built sixth form centre,
I received the grades I wanted allowing me to go to my firm choice university.

However, something was missing that day, correction...Someone was missing.
That someone was my headteacher, Mr. Kevin McKellar.
For someone like me whose primary school had like 25 different head teachers, and even more changes throughout the year with class teachers; Mr McKellar was someone special, something about his presence, the way he jumped around ever lessons he walked into, them scooby doo impressions.
The way he remembered ever single students name, each with a personalised song (mine was Sophie Shoe of the Shoe foundation.)  He was a someone that if I ever needed to talk I could without him judging.

However the school hadn't been the same for a while...  especially now when on Aug 25th everyone's heart broke when it was announced that he had died.  

I was at work when I found out. My heart sank. The world has actually lost a bright spark, an inspiration,  a role model. 

His memorial was on the 12th of Sept, I attended, along with hundreds of others. Releasing zebra patterned balloons into the sky. Letting go of all the pain I felt that day. It real kills me, that he put on a mask to the world showing a happy persona when really he was hurting inside.

So Sir. This post is for you.  Thank you for being the inspiration you was.

Thank you for believing in me. I will always remember you.  Them assemblies where you would tell us about your rough upbringing to get where you was.

Now im starting the next chapter of my life and I can't imagine doing so if it wasn't for you.

Im tearing up writing this.  So I am going to leave it here. Just remember you mean everything to someone somewhere.