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Last week, my art teacher from Elementary school got hit by an eighteen wheeler.


It wasn't a car accident. He was changing his tire and literally got /hit/ by an eighteen wheeler.

There's a memorial service/celebration of his life tonight at McCoy.


I've witnessed the loss of life before; lots of people I barely knew, a couple of dogs, even some people I was fairly close too. But none of those ever really bothered me. I'm a very realistic person, I accept death as an inevitability. Most of these people (and animals) had lived a good life, and had plenty of warning and time to tie up loose ends before they went.

But Mr. Hubbard had no idea. It's crazy. Getting hit by a semi... police say he was changing his tire on the side of i35 in oklahoma during a bad rain storm. No telling whether he walked across the high way, or if the truck pulled off the road, or what. But chances are, he never even saw it coming. Too busy wrestling with the heavy spare tire.

I havn't seen the man in a good 6 years. He was awesome back in elementary; I wasn't ever really into art, but he taught me a lot and I still have some pretty sweet pictures I drew in a folder in my drawer.

It's just weird... not the fact that he's gone, but just... the fact that it happened. He was one of the nicest guys in the world, loved kids, wasn't even very old, really. It may be the bias of the situation, but I think art was my favorite rotation out of all of them.

I wonder how the guy driving the semi feels. Or if he even knows it happened-- if it was raining, he may have never seen him, and it's not like the body would even leave a dent in a truck that large. Most cars don't even leave dents.

Apparently, side-of-the-road incidents happen fairly often. But Mr. Hubbard was such a nice guy... just recently retired (forced into it, basically, because of the cutbacks in CFB this year). He finally had time to himself (not that I have any doubt he ever minded teaching.) And then, on a trip to visit his father...


Crazy shit.



UPDATE: The service was really good. Not really sad, more of a celebration of what a great guy he was. There was some good nostalgia as well. Those hallways sure are small.

"I think I'll draw a picture today."


"Tommorrow will be better."

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