I wish Bob Mullen was still alive so that I could thank him for the gift of creative writing. I only had him as a teacher for a short time - one creative writing class in high school. He was a writer himself and he forced us to try all different genres and styles. I wrote some great stuff in his class and he introduced me to poetry. While I will never be the poet laureate of anything, I love being able to express myself in poetic forms.
Sadly, Mr. Mullen reportedly committed suicide just a few short years after I graduated. I never got to thank him for being the teacher he was - he shared his own writing, respected ours. He seemed like a very quiet but funny man. I wonder what he would have done with his own writing, with his teaching, if he had stayed in this world.
I know he has daughters out there - one of them went to school when I was there. I hope they know that there are people out there who fondly remember their father.
Thank you, Mr. Mullen, for your kind soul. I wish I could tell you in person.