Okay, maybe he was just a janitor on the surface, but he was so much a part of the spirit of SFA. Seeing his body today was so eerie because I realized I'd never seen him relax until today. I don't know anyone as hard working or reliable as Mr Rivera. And I know that the Sisters feel completely lost without him.
The wake was held inside our school chapel. Up until today I'd never seen a dead body, and I never imagined I'd have to confront death behind the safe protective walls of my grammar school. I saw a lot of people today who I hadn't seen in a while, unfortunate to have this be a reason.
I don't quite know how to sum up what I'm feeling or why I'm writing about this. But I've felt weird since Mr Rivera died. He never took a day off and he let us call him David behind Mrs. Savage's back. I'll never know anyone as kind, helpful and motivated as David.
Descanse en Paz. Te queremos.
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