A tribute
It is rare that I am at a loss for words. My mind is going a mile a second, and my heart is bogged down in a way it rarely is. I spent tonight remembering a man that had probably more influence in my early life than anyone other than my own father. Dr. Tom Finetti, who was the chorus director at my high school, had the choir room at Belleville High named for him. It is more than well deserved, but it is not enough. This man who dedicated his life to children… like I was… he deserves more. His family revealed to us tonight that he is in hospice care and not expected to live more than a few more days. My heart breaks. I wish he had been well enough to see the outpouring of genuine love for him tonight. The communications department at Belleville High was gracious enough to record messages from any former students to send to Doc. I got there early to record my message. I told him how I loved him, and I cried… I was near tears on the way home as I begged God to s