My favourite secondary school teacher - he taught me about 15 years ago and I’ve only seen him once since but he meant the world to me. I still have a recurring dream a couple of times a year that I’m visiting my old school and try to track him down but can never find his classroom!
A friends parent worked at the school so she told me that he had passed away, and has given me funeral details. I’d be attending alone - plan to sit at the back and leave straight after but it’s not weird if I go right? He meant a lot to me and made me a better person. But it also feels a bit weird, like I’m intruding.