Gerry Haugh, my English teacher for six years, passed away on Saturday night. A great and generous man, I last saw him a few months ago from the top floor of a bus and lamented the fact I wasn't passing him by foot so I'd be able to say hello.
He looked well and, sad as the news this weekend is, it's good to know that his illness was short and his death was not prolonged.
A brilliant director of plays and musicals, a soft spoken man that you never thought of crossing, a thoughtful and decent person. I suppose the best thing I can say of him is that he took a month off for himself every year, the other eleven were for us.
May he rest in peace.