It's funny, because I never took an art class. However, "Mr. Burris" published my first images in the yearbook one year. At the time, I had no idea photography would play such an important role in my life. In fact, for years I had forgotten about Dave Burris all together.
It was around our 30th high school reunion. We were all at a bar and he walked in, shook my hand and said, "Dave Burris". I didn't remember the name, let alone him being a member of our class.
I got home from the trip and grabbed an old year book. He had always been "Mr. Burris" in high school, so the first name part threw me off. Plus, back in high school, he really wasn't that much older than we were - so thirty years later, being a little over-weight and balding, he just matched the rest of our class! LOL
This week Dave Burris passed away. Only friends from high school and the community in Painesville, Ohio and his family will recognize the loss, but I wanted to share this with you. Each of us have people in our lives who we've forgotten about. It's not intentional, it's just life getting in the way and time moving on. Maybe it's time to pick up a phone and track a few of them down.
Dave Burris was more than a teacher, he became a friend to all of us. He showed up every year at the annual reunion and often said our class was the one he felt closest to. And, if he said that to any other class, none of us cared.
So, to my good friend Dave Burris - I didn't keep in touch with you enough over the last few years. I just assumed you'd always be at every reunion. Rest in peace and know you touched so many lives and were a teacher who made a difference in all of them!